An Interview With Albany Poets : R.M. Engelhardt

R.M. Engelhardt
R.M. Engelhardt

An interview with old friend and cofounder of Albany Poets Mr. Thom Francis about the Albany poetry scene, new projects and something about a new book :

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Sometimes …

R.M. Engelhardt
R.M. Engelhardt

“Sometimes it’s great, and sometimes it’s shit.

These are the things all the great philosophers

just won’t tell you flat out about life.

You keep moving, keep living, keep breathing

And you keep writing-creating because that’s what you do

And that’s who you are. There are no magical voices to guide

You except your own. Make it count.

~ R.M. ENGELHARDT

Follow The Words …

R.M. Engelhardt Poet

www.facebook.com/WriterRMEngelhardt.

 

booktime

 

“Books bend space and time. One reason the owners of those aforesaid little rambling, poky secondhand bookshops always seem slightly unearthly is that many of them really are, having strayed into this world after taking a wrong turning in their own bookshops in worlds where it is considered commendable business practice to wear carpet slippers all the time and open your shop only when you feel like it.”

~  Guards! Guards! – Terry Pratchett 

Three New Poems In The Kitchen Poet

Three New Poems …

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It’s The Words …

R.M. Engelhardt
R.M. Engelhardt

Photo Compliments of Albany Poets, 2013

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POETS ARE WELCOME …

 R.M. ENGELHARDT

 

“That’s the god damn problem with Albany, NY” She said.

“There are too many fucking poets “

In the city

Where I was born

They tore it all down

So many times

That we all forgot.

Because you see

I was born

In a place

Where the lives get

Lines and the stories

Become lives

Of their own.

Full of gangsters

And politicians, low

Dealers and the cops

Gotham city at it’s finest

Without a single hero

To write about it

Except us.

Because we’re just the fucking poets

And because were not the fucking law

And we are only here to tell the stories

Because this is all we own

Because we’re

The poets & the outcasts

And the makers of the songs

And the leftover soul of a city

That’s heading for a fall

And if Jesus came tomorrow

And if God closed the pearly gates

We’d still all just be the poets

Writing poems till the end of days

And we don’t write for glory

And we don’t write for time

We just write because we have to

Without a rhythm or a rhyme

So even if you leave here

Or you meet a sad demise

Remember that you’re a poet

And that’s just enough to survive

Because

 Without the words?

It all means nothing

At all

And the poets

Will always be welcome

“Here”

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R.M. ENGELHARDT