John Keats, Blogger?

Posted by Robert Peake.

“His letters are not simply a wonderful adjunct to his poems, but a vital and valuable part of them: they often serve as testing grounds for his theories and ideas, and always blend spontaneity and calculation in a way which allows us to see him in the round.” -Andrew Motion, Keats There are many reasons… Read more »

Poetry and the Information Age

Posted by Robert Peake.

I have been questioning my preference for reading poetry on paper versus digital text for some time now, wondering what might underpin these instincts. It recently occurred to me that the difference in mental state I experience when reading a book versus surfing the web may actually have a basis in science. The advent of… Read more »

Blogging Revisited

Posted by Robert Peake.

Since Thanksgiving, traffic to this website dropped by half, and has stayed there over the past few weeks. And yet I find myself, swept up in this season of gratitude and giving, truly thankful for the ways in which this medium has allowed me to connect with other artists and thinkers. Just the other day,… Read more »

Blogging, Reincarnated

Posted by Robert Peake.

“I rhyme / To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.” -Seamus Heaney, “Personal Helicon” Wired Magazine‘s Paul Boutin recently declared personal blogging dead. Soon after, The Atlantic‘s Andrew Sullivan extolled the endurance of blogging’s “human brand” in a postmodern world of words. Me? I just keep writing. But why? In “Personal Helicon” Seamus Heaney… Read more »

In Memory of Marc Orchant

Posted by Robert Peake.

Photo by Brian Solis I was saddened to read that technology journalist Marc Orchant passed away this afternoon, having been unconscious for several days following a major heart attack. I only met Marc once in person, but he struck me as vibrant, fit, and extremely likable. He is survived by his wife and two children…. Read more »

Open Thanks

Posted by Robert Peake.

My friend and colleague Kelly Forrister (née O’Brien) stopped by this evening to hand me an autographed copy of Seamus Heaney’s New Selected Poems: 1966-1987. She studied with him and several others on a summer course at Trinity College, Dublin, and had pints with him after class. This was just after his appointment at Oxford,… Read more »