Not too long ago, I reviewed a fantastic book of poetry called The Death of the Poem and Other Paragraphs. I’m happy to be able to share that book a little further, as I now have a copy to give away to one of you. (If you haven’t read the review yet, please do. Oh, and that’s Justin Courter over there on the left.)

Just a few months ago, I considered myself a sort of non-poetry person, and I always felt bad about that. I’d given up on poetry, cast it aside, called it names, and – well, I was neglectful of Mr. Poetry. But through the development of this blog, I’ve come to grow quite a fondness for the guy, and I encourage you to do the same thing too. After all, we need a little poetry in our lives. Everything is so fast-paced. But slowing down to contemplate a poem doesn’t need to be the ho-hum so many people imagine. They can be edgy, hysterical, thought-provoking.  They can be a Courter poem.

Remember being a kid and first discovering Shel Silverstein (if you happen to be of that generation)? How many weeks did you have to wait for it to be your turn to rent one of those books from the school library? And how cool were you, toting around your copy of A Light in the Attic? My friend, you can still be cool and tote poetry at the same time. I shall help you. I shall give away a copy – no wait, I’ll give away two copies – of The Death of the Poem. But you’ve got to do a little something for me. Leave me a comment, if this is how you’re going to enter, and tell me about either your childhood memories of poetry (good or bad) or your adult views of poetry (good or bad). If you hate the stuff, that’s okay. I see that you’re trying–you are entering to win a poetry book after all. I don’t think Justin Courter will mind either. He’s not your average poet.

3 Ways to Win:

1.) Leave a comment telling me either your childhood memories of poetry (good or bad) or your adult views of poetry (good or bad).  It’s okay–you can tell me.

2.) Email subscribers are entered into this and all future giveaways, for as long as their subscription is active. Simply place your email address in the little white box at the top of my sidebar on the right. (Please make sure to verify your Feedburner subscription by responding to the email they send you. If you don’t receive it, check your junk mail. Only verified subscriptions are entered for all the giveaways.)

3.) Blog about this giveaway on your blog with a link back to this post. Come back and leave me a Comment with a link to your blog post.

Do all three, and you’ve got three entries to win! You have until midnight EST on Friday, August 22, 2008, to enter.

60 Comments

  1. ‘Croak! Croak! sings the frog
    From his branch, the lilly pad.
    His song invites his death,
    But now he’s happy, not sad.”

    I was thirteen when I penned this opening. I’m 73 now and still plugging away in the poetic genre. A few lines published keep me trying.

  2. ee cummings

  3. I REMEMBER having to memorize poems and i enjoyed it in school.

  4. My seventh grade teacher loved poetry. She read lots of poetry to us and taught us to love it. Her explanation of the poem and the history behind it made the poem meaningful to us. I would like to thank her for this gift because I love poetry too.

  5. I was in my high school poetry club. I think I was the secretary. Anyway, I loved writing.

  6. Poetry – something I was never very good at but enjoyed.

  7. I haven’t read much poetry, but I did enjoy the poems that I did have a chance to read.

  8. My first intro. into poetry was the Shel Silverstein books….which I later used in my classroom as a teacher. I’ve always enjoyed poetry, and I was teaching my 4th graders to enjoy it, as well. One their favorite lessons was Picnic Poetry where, after learning about various types of poems, they wrote their own poem about picnics. They were then typed up onto white paper plates along with a giant cartoon ant that they had colored however colorful they wanted stapled to the plate. These were then all displayed on a super cute bulleton board that was made out of a red and white checked table cloth and plastic ketchup and mustard bottles stapled on the edges. We ended the poetry unit with a class picnic…..minus the ants!!

    Thanks so much!!
    Michele R.(CA)
    [email protected]

  9. AFTER KILMER

    I hope that I may one day see
    Them hanging from the gallows tree
    Who plotted foreign wars from home–
    It would be lovelier than a poem.

    .

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  11. Cynthia S Van Dusen

    I’m like you and didn’t really get into poetry once. My nephew Kyle now write beautiful poetry and has opened my eyes to all that I’ve been missing.

    Count me in, I’ll give this book a try. Who knows, maybe I’ll start to love poetry.

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