This means that even though I could never really do the tiger jump, I can be a cheerleader!
The Poetry Cheerleader is my new poetry-review column! First up is The Unemployed Man Who Became a Tree, by Kevin Pilkington. I also have a couple reviews in the regular review section: Ghost, by Gaylord Brewer, and Four of a Kind, by Mark Neely.
Plus, you can read a bunch of other reviews, poems, stories, interviews, essays, and even drama, as you can see from this table of contents page! I do like the new design at Prick of the Spindle! Very easy even for somebody as click-challenged as I am. So, congratulations to editor Cynthia Reeser on all her hard work!
Now I want to tell you about a random coincidence (which, yes, is redundant, right?) involving epigraphs. Killing the Murnion Dogs, by Joe Wilkins, reviewed over in the Escape Into Life blog, begins with this quotation from Bruce Springsteen:
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact.
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back.
The Unemployed Man Who Became a Tree, by Kevin Pilkington, begins with 3 epigraphs, one of which is this, by Ben Jonson:
Time will not be ours forever;
He at length our good will sever.
Spend not then his gifts in vain,
Suns that set may rise again.
12 comments:
Oh Kathleen.....congratulations!! I'm so excited for you--you are the perfect lady for the job.
It's official! Awesome! (Everybody knows that cheerleaders get to use exclamation points more than the rest of us!)
Thanks for all you do for poetry and poms poms!
Congratulation! Lots to like at Prick of the Spindle, starting with your reviews.
Thanks, Hannah and Sandy!
Thanks, Maureen!
Wonderful Kathleen. I am envious. Now you'll have to dress like a columnist.
Thanks, Ron. You mean with pom pons, right? If you get some pom pons, you can be a columnist, too.
I can do a split, but only mentally. Last time it put me in analysis.
Oh. Well, clearly, then, your pom pons will resemble Woody Allen's hair.
That is so cool Kathleen! I enjoyed your review. May I say sincerely that the first line of it ('solid employment') sounds like the beginning of a poem in itself?
happy holidaying.
sarah
Thanks, Sarah. In a way, it's already been done--by him! Yes, he got the job of the tree, and he wrote that fabulous poem.
a good fit! you+prick of the spindle! and not only have i been click-challenged, but pom-pom challenged. this post helps me with both.
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