Rogues’ Gallery: Picaroon loves…

People always want to know what sort of poetry is right for Picaroon. Aside from telling everyone to read previous issues, and/or take chances and send us whatever you have a good feeling about (because I don’t know what I want until I read it), I have decided to helpfully suggest we want poems that make us feel like…

This song by Blackbeard’s Tea Party:

This still of Jesse Custer (Dominic Cooper) looking for God in Preacher:


These quotes from Lawrence Ferlinghetti (our hero):

  • “Make your mind learn its way around the heart.”
  • “Poetry must be capable of answering the challenge of apocalyptic times, even if this means sounding apocalyptic.”
  • “If you would be a poet, write living newspapers. Be a reporter from outer space, filing dispatches to some supreme managing editor who believes in full disclosure and has a low tolerance for bullshit.”

This scene in The Craft:

the craft

This song by Bad Religion:

This 1995 song by The Caulfields that I’m not sure anyone remembers but me:

This song by Joanna Newsom:

The Death Out and About series by artist Mary Lou Springstead – death on holiday, taking selfies, etc. Here he is in Florida:

Death out and about

This perfect performance by electric violinist Caitlin De Ville:

The extreme existential crisis brought on by being an immortal unicorn who is suddenly turned into a mortal human (The Last Unicorn):

the last unicorn

This conversation (in Latin, we might add) between Irish “pirate queen” Gráinne Ní Mháille (Grace O’Malley) and Queen Elizabeth I:

Grace and Liz

The explanation of “the mean reds” in Breakfast at Tiffany’s (though we prefer the book by a million miles, we also really love Audrey Hepburn):

Holly Golightly

This song by Dropkick Murphys:


I will add things as they come to me, but in short: at Picaroon you can be political, personal, historical, serious, irreverent, spiritual, skeptical, romantic, detached, or everything at once… but we like grit and glitter, black coffee, choppy seas, bourbon, and rum, and we appreciate the background hum of death that pushes us into feeling more alive. Happy writing!