Summer Poem

Poetry

Welcome to summer! No heavy reading this week– only some light summer poetry courtesy of Ray McKenzie, “Supermoon Eclipse.”  About two people doing what maybe all of us want to be doing. . . .

There’s a glowing full moon to view tonight as I type this– though no eclipse. (A solar eclipse is coming in August.)

Black stars crawl across
her face like so many leaves
scattered by the wind.

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ALSO:  Due to summer heat, writer vacations and hunting trips and such, we’ve taken a brief pause from the All-Time American Writers Tournament. It’ll be back here soon.

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Four Poems by Timmy Chong

Poetry

WE’VE BEEN primarily promoting poetry the previous few weeks, particularly with our Fun Pop Poetry feature. Pushing the parameters of what acceptable poetry looks like. Some might say we’ve gone too far with that! But in addition to having fun, we also look for more serious verse, written in what we consider to be a “pop” style.

Which means, we look for a poet who uses at least some rhythm or rhyme. Who has a sense, consciously or instinctively, of euphony. Which means poems that are pleasing to recite or read– not in some ethereal never-never land but part of today. Poems which create images of this world. Of now.

Most of all we look for the elusive quality “talent”– a quality once highly valued in the literary realm, but which in our postmodern age of no standards or reality has largely been pushed to the side. Not here!

We believe we’ve discovered a young poet of striking talent in Timmy Chong. Read his poetry here and see if you agree.

they call us corrupt
because we travel in packs—
newfound adults in
pastel shorts and
backwards hats,
they say our brotherhood
bleeds mob mentality,
that we are aggressive
in our privilege
and childish for
buying the same brands,
spitting off of sidewalks,
stumbling at dawn, and
singing too loud our
chapter’s songs,

 

 

 

 

 

Four Poems and an Interview

Interview, Poetry

OCTOBER, which ends with Halloween, is a crazy month– and we’re going crazy about poetry. Toward that end, we feature Four Poems from intellectual poet Bruce Dale Wise. As you’ll see, he’s known for his topicality.

Are his poems traditional? Postmodern? Both? Neither? Read them and judge for yourself.

The coup in Turkey has been stopped; the purges now begin.
It’s time to cleanse state institutions shouts out Erdoĝan.

So who is being targeted in this his counter-coup?
All those who do not totally support his point of view:

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We also have a dynamite interview with Bruce up at our New Pop Lit News blog. Check it out!

I lean to our time, the New Millennial period; the Internet has opened up the possibilities of American poetry, and I think it is exciting to be writing right now.

 

 

Inspired by Death in the Afternoon

Poetry

Our month-long tribute to Hemingway continues with five short pieces by Jess Mize– a very talented young American writer, as Ernest Hemingway was once a very talented young American writer. Let the celebration continue!

I thought about death in the afternoon and how once, over half a century ago I was gored in the groin performing a sarcastic veronica and confident with the knowledge of money to come and the scent of arrogant Spanish wine by the pool in San Sebastian.

 

Four Poems by Erin Knowles Chapman

Poetry

Warhol or cheeseburger?

Cheeseburger or Warhol?

Such are dilemmas of running a pop literary site. Do we headline our current offering with a photo of a cheeseburger, or one of Andy Warhol?

The New Pop Lit staff engaged in a furious debate over the matter.

The question came up because we feature today four poems from talented Detroit-area poet Erin Knowles Chapman. One of the poems has to do with pop artist Andy Warhol. Another mentions a cheeseburger.

We finally asked ourselves: “What would Warhol do?”

Being a pop artist– loving American pop culture– Andy Warhol would undoubtedly have run with the cheeseburger, which screams “Americana.” Which shouts, “pop.”

Who are we to argue with Andy Warhol? We are, after all, a “pop” cultural project.

Anyway, please read the four poems. We hope you enjoy them!

Snow, the size of thumbprints, diagonally descends.

Do the Fates constrict our naked hands?

 

Four Poems by John Grochalski

Poetry

Why the Che photo?

We have poetic entertainment for U.S. tax day– including a Che Guevara poem. Very appropriate if you think about it, whatever your viewpoint– whether you want more taxes, or less.

Hemingway (and the Bible) said “The Sun Also Rises.”

WE say, “We Also Publish Poetry!”

We hope you enjoy these four poems by underground poet John Grochalski. Should we run more poetry on this site? Can poetry be readable and entertaining? Striking and thought-provoking? Let us know what you think!

i want to ask him how he pulled it off

down there in bolivia

how he fooled us all and lived

but che looks like he hates

the 4 train as much as i do

 

Poems of Screams and Fears

Poetry

Is it Halloween yet?

Decorations and haunted houses everyplace tell us that the dubious-but-fun holiday is almost upon us. To add our take we have four poems from Ed Ahern, who specializes in the creepy.

They’re poems about night, death, the adoration of questionable goddesses, and other cryptic topics. Ideal mood music for those who wander the pathways and cemetaries of night– if only within their own heads. Enter corridors of the imagination now.

The rules change at night

When coyotes prowl the gardens

And walled-in huddlers cringe

Two Pop Poems by Lara Dolphin

Poetry

We’ve published some terrific writing of late. For instance, these two pop poems by Lara Dolphin. They exemplify pop lit: readable, witty, and entertaining. This is poetry for the people– for everybody.

No way will we ever publish bland, meaningless, inscrutable, unmusical, New Yorker-style poetry. Give us Lara Dolphin poems instead!

Finally, toss in

chopped up raw peanuts to make the product impossible

to spread without ripping a hole in your bread.

Spring Break and Other Poems

Poetry

NEW POP LIT is back! At least we think we are. We kick off things again with three striking poems from Howard Winn. Read ’em and think about ’em. We hope you like them! https://newpoplit.com/portfolio/spring-break-and-other-poems/

The lemmings throng at the dormitory exits,
gathering to go south
for sun, fun, and games,
not to mention various
intoxicants, uppers and downers,
pills, liquids, needles, and just
stimulation or its converse,
some tranquil state,
and careful and casual intimacy,”