The Virginia Quarterly Review "The Mutable Past," a memoir collected in FANTASEERS, A BOOK OF MEMORIES by Lewis Turco of growing up in the 1950s in Meriden, Connecticut, (Scotsdale AZ: Star Cloud Press, 2005).
The Tower Journal Two short stories, "The Demon in the Tree" and "The Substitute Wife," in the spring 2009 issue of Tower Journal.
The Tower Journal A story, "The Car," and two poems, "Fathers" and "Year by Year"
The Tower Journal Memoir, “Pookah, The Greatest Cat in the History of the World,” Spring-Summer 2010.
The Michigan Quarterly Review This is the first terzanelle ever published, in "The Michigan Quarterly Review" in 1965. It has been gathered in THE COLLECTED LYRICS OF LEWIS TURCO/WESLI COURT, 1953-2004 (www.StarCloudPress.com).
The Gawain Poet An essay on the putative medieval author of "Gawain and the Green Knight" in the summer 2010 issue of Per Contra.
The Black Death Bryan Bridges' interesting article on the villanelle and the terzanelle with "The Black Death" by Wesli Court as an example of the latter.
Seniority: Six Shakespearian Tailgaters This is a part of a series called "Gnomes" others of which have appeared in TRINACRIA and on the blog POETICS AND RUMINATIONS.
Reinventing the Wheel, Modern Poems in Classical Meters An essay with illustrations of poems written in classical meters together with a "Table of Meters" and "The Rules of Scansion" in the Summer 2009 issue of Trellis Magazine
Bluesanelle of the Day: An Essay on Thinking
AN ESSAY ON THINKING
Or, Putting Descartes before the Hearse.
By Lewis Turco
"I think; therefore, I am," I think.
I think I think I am, I think,
But I can wink out in a blink --
In fact, I think I have done so,
But if I have, how do I know
I think? Therefore, I am, I think,
Unable now to think I think
Because I am not now, I think,
For I have winked out in a blink.
I wish I had a mirror now
To see if I can wink somehow,
For that might prove that I can think
If I could see how I might wink
Myself awake in just a blink
To prove myself alive, I think.
I thought; therefore, I was, I guess,
Before I got into this mess
Of thinking to myself, I think,
Before I winked out in a blink.
Copyright © Lewis Turco 2013, all rights reserved.
July 02, 2013 in Blues, Bluesanelles, Commentary, Essays, Humor & Satire, Literature, Poems, Poetry, Verse forms | Permalink
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