Why I love newspapers

Or is it newscreens, newswebs or newsnets?  I haven’t bought a paper paper in more than a year.  One of my fav’s, TOI, isn’t available at my local newsstand. What’s the newsstand guy going to do when we’re all reading digitally?

Today at NYTimes.com

Yesterday there was this piece by Brian Stelter on scraping, from which you can deduce why I’m not pasting even one word or pic from any of the articles here.

Where else can you find all this stuff?

Here’s a new poem based on that bad but heartfelt one:

August Snow in March

This early March,
snow fell,
it was like Rani’s in KANK.
The second time, I counted her scenes
so I could talk about the third with snow,
the one where ice and nature
make a woven singularity.
Like House of Flying Dagger’s
blizzard, how it blanketed death,
but wounds showed through,
like that, this me, this now, this snow.

The August before we met,
my love for him was avalanched.
Snow had stolen our river.
“Aur tumse aankhon laser-like hain,
you’ll sear the ice.
…my love for you
will never die
never die never die,”
I wrote.
It never did.

You,
dimensional as a dream,
so rich with meaning,
a thought of you
fills me with
such sweet pain,
I suddenly know I know
the meaning
of every love poem
and every book,
this love that has no name
nor words enough
to give it metaphor,
now, in today’s winter snow,
and before,
surpasses everything
I promised him that August day.
This love does not undo
my word.
It’s sleeping,
cradled in the tree of you.

© 3 March 2009, Heather Quinn, all rights reserved

And thus one value of saving old work: material for new.

love, h

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3 thoughts on “Why I love newspapers

  1. ed says:

    Yo,
    I think I live in a world of my own, Heath, but I like your poetry 😉

  2. authorharb says:

    Indeed Heath, Carnival and Holi seem to be similar, they both herald the coming of spring.

    In fact various festivals are local/regional people’s unique ways of celebrating the same phases in life’s ups and downs.

  3. Kate... says:

    I love your poem!

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