WHALE FALL READING FEBRUARY 2017
Here is Lauren Levine’s documentary about a reading I gave at Poetry Flash in 2017, featuring poems from the “Whale Fall” project I’ve been working on recently. This video shows the beginning and ending poems, plus one example from the central “Slow Worms” section, and a poem about the great free diver Natalia Molchanova, read by Ellen McLaughlin. There’s also some footage from Lauren’s interview with me.
Welcome back! I’m writing this, the first of a new series of posts and newsletters, on Imbolc. Imbolc is the first stirring of spring underground. It’s lambing time, Brigid’s day – Brigid who was a goddess of creative fire and fertility, long before she was a saint. In Gaelic, Imbolc means “in the belly of…
Here’s everything to do with Crazing in one place. Thanks to SRP for the digital images of the cover and author photo and the press releases (including a one-page version). Please let me know if anything is missing. CRAZING by Ruth Thompson, Publication Date: August 1st, 2015$13.00 ($15.50 Canada) Paperback • 5.5” x 8.5” 52…
BEGINNING WRITING WITH RUTH THOMPSONSPRING 2015 This class is for people who are interested in starting to write, and also for people who already write but would like to refocus their practice. Each meeting will focus on a different aspect of writing practice. We’ll talk about “morning pages” and keeping a notebook, experiment with writing…
Here’s the title poem from Crazing, which will be coming out at the beginning of August. (My apologies; I am unable to make the software reproduce the formatting of the original poem.) Crazing Cracked creek-bed red clay crackling – crazed they call it it’s called crazing and I am crazing cracking open like a chick…
In many traditions, the grouse is a symbol of the spiral dance to the heart of mystery. Here she is also an offering to my own limping, arthritic joints. Grouse spins inward, dancesthe one-wing limp-dance – the hunched, knee-favoring,stiff-hip-lurching two-step. Round and round she dancesdragging a wing, a thumb joint, and the dragged part, flightless,makes…
On the morning of the winter solstice, I embarked on a new course as a poet: making multimedia videos of poems. Although I had been thinking about this for a long time, it actually happened inadvertently, without planning or effort, just after first light marked the turn of a new year. I had been meditating…