POETS Day! Stephen Crane
An adventuring war correspondent with a predilection for ladies of the night and a life-long love of dogs is endearing in our anti-hero age.
An adventuring war correspondent with a predilection for ladies of the night and a life-long love of dogs is endearing in our anti-hero age.
I tried to give the new poem an unbiased look, but was bothered in the first sentence. “Iridescence” doesn’t act. It’s an effect.
It’s true that he didn’t enjoy writing much of what he produced, but the needs of his growing family required it of him.
It is not known how “A Visit from St. Nicholas” came to be published in The Troy Sentinel in December of 1823.
John Clare’s reputation rises and falls. There are claimed instances of a revival, but dispersed over the years at regular intervals.
I’m reminded of the first principle of Imagism: “Direct treatment of the ‘thing’, whether subjective or objective.” Strip away everything, and there she is.
I’m not immune from the sort of self-flattery that arises when someone whose writing I respect enforces a gut felt but not fully considered opinion.
The trick to a good reading of most poetry seems to be in courting but not abusing suspension of disbelief.
The nose wiping comment has me thinking that Roman colloquialisms are beyond my ken, so I’m not reading as much into that as I could.
Muriel Spark runs right up to the edge of crossing formal sensibilities with little near heresies, but she never quite does.
They are as youthful as cool spring grass. They also have the defects of youth—youth’s impatience, unsophistication and immaturity.
If you correctly type “semillon” the first result is the Wikipedia page for Tolkien’s Silmarillion. Good for Tolkien, but bad for Sauternes and trimmed sauvignon blanc.
That’s it. I just wanted to say “I don’t like change” so it had a double meaning. It’s not even a joke, really.
Winthrop Mackworth Praed, a respected wit and politician who died young, tuberculosis at thirty-six. There’s still a Praed Society at Eton
I like Tillinghast’s phrase: “major minor poet.” Ransom’s precise word choice and easy formalism are things of wonder.
I’ve had a great deal of trouble since reading that line considering anything she wrote to be genuine. That’s a frustration.
Wordsworth wrote that Hogg “was undoubtedly a man of original genius, but of coarse manners and low and offensive opinions.
It’s not a comfortable position for me because it’s rare to be right in opposition to learned consideration.
Lines Written a Few Feet Away from My Television As and After I Flipped Through College Football Games, My Alabama Bias Is Part of the Mix
When Anthony Hecht’s unit liberated Flossenbürg concentration camp, he was ordered to collect stories and information. It would haunt him for the rest of his life.