The Academy Of American Poets recently announced their mobile poetry website, complete with numerous poems arranged by theme or occasion and by form. Now, if anyone accuses you of being shallow, you can call up Paul Celan’s “Fugue of Death” on your iPhone, recite a few lines, and quickly prove them wrong.
Ack! It has been the equivalent of about a decade in blogging time since my last post. And now, it has come to this: pens. I have been through my share of felt-tip, rollerball, and fountain pens over time. As you can imagine, once in awhile a well-meaning acquaintance or relation, armed with the recent …
We sheltered in John Keats’s house this afternoon. (“Hampstead isn’t far; we won’t need our rain wear!”) Poignant, to see the couch on which he retired, the view he contemplated, toward the end of his short life. More fodder for my thinking on poetic tradition: apparently he wrote poems in the pages of his Complete …
(Or, A History Of My Web Presence, With Nods To Robert Pinsky And The 14th Century Samurai Creed) When frames were in vogue, my address bar remained constant. When full-page graphics were in, you could see my big head for miles. I never used a black background, I made trendiness my enemy. When blogs were …
Valerie passed on this link to neatorama’s short list of famous writers who worked in the buff. The great thing about both software programming and creative writing is that clothing choice (and the choice to wear clothing at all) is completely optional.
The most striking feature of Marvin Bell’s craft talk during the Pacific University MFA Winter residency was his closing remark about the three traits of the artist. Here is what I wrote down: A disregard for convention A strong inner direction A love of challenges I have been meditating on these qualities ever since, seeing …
