MARINA GIPPS Poems
- A Day At The Pink Beach An umbrella being dragged at the ...
- Planet Of Six Six people were born: three pink, two blue, ...
- As He Plans His Next Victim... His night shadow moves ...
- A Man Who Disappeared And Came...
- Women In White In paintings, women in white dresses ...
- The Necromancy Whim All the townspeople disappeared except ...
- Closed Door Where does that closed door go? It mocks me, a ...
Born in Chicago, writer and filmmaker, Marina Pilar Gipps, daughter of an Argentine mother and British father was awarded a Master of Arts Degree from the English/Writing program at The University of New Hampshire-where she worked with Charles Simic in an independent study. Prior to her studies in New Hampshire, she attended the summer MFA Writing and Poetics program at The Naropa Institute (aka. The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics where she studied with Allen Ginsberg, Robert Creeley, Jackson MacLow, Anselm Hollo, and Andrei Codrescu among others.
Her most frightening Naropa experience was giving a poetry reading immediately after Ginsberg in a coffee ... more »
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A Day At The Pink Beach
An umbrella being dragged at the day's end.
A seagull churns its wings,
the hard flight of Icarus.
Pink swimsuits blown in the wind,
in search of due course.
Time is needy, a bronzed babe walks by, a regular
statue of Liberty, her flesh turning to
green palor as the water cools.
In this empty beach dream of deepening sky,
the wet Kremlin and White House
are eroded as our childless hopes.
An old woman collects
seashells-caverns of poverty
to be sold to our deaf ears.
The ocean roars of stolen property.