POETS Day: Crow, by Ted Hughes
This is what you do, Ted. You will never be loved. If Hughes was cruel, he was thorough.
This is what you do, Ted. You will never be loved. If Hughes was cruel, he was thorough.
He may not have achieved immortality on his own, but he’s firmly attached to the coattails of those who have.
I suppose we have cells that touched cells that touched the Renaissance or got Irish petrichor on them. It’s a Kevin Bacon game at this point.
There’s a lot to say about Seamus Heaney, but I’ll get to that some other time. I’m stuck on sound right now.
In addition to being a popular writer during her lifetime, Vita’s notable for being Virginia Woolf’s inspiration the novel Orlando
I cringe at the images “Whitman fan” conjures; wannabe Annie Savoys from Bull Durham singing the body electric
The roguish 2nd Earl also acted as the King’s de facto pimp about court. I’m sure that bought him a few indulgences.
Nick Saban’s gone, so fans are checking on that friend of a brother-in-law whose wife plays bridge with the athletic department HR assistant director
As for Theodore Roethke… I got nothing. I’ve come across the name, of course. I’d just never read his work until this week.
I have a favorite Christmas song. I’m setting myself up for guff here, but I’m a big fan of Sir Paul McCartney’s “Wonderful Christmastime.”
What I remembered about John Skelton (1460-1529) was that he had idiosyncrasies of rhyme and meter referred to as Skeltonics.
William Logan has a sharp sense of humor, is capable of barbed comments, and isn’t afraid of outright insults.
Herbert’s talent was immense and it’s astonishing what impact he was able to make in his short thirty-nine years, but Donne remains Donne.
Given the choice between abandoning an imprinted notion of sexuality and this grilled spaghetti sauce, I chose the sauce.
Piss Off Early, Tomorrow’s Saturday” doesn’t really resonate when so many have a long Thanksgiving weekend anyway.
Frustration with the connection between birth and death is a theme that shows itself frequently while reading Dylan Thomas.
Texas A&M loved Jimbo Fisher to the tune of $95.6m dollars, and within two years loathed him so much they’ll give him $77.5m to just go away.
An aubade is a song sung at daybreak, usually about lovers going their separate ways before getting caught. Many poets have a poem titled “Aubade.”
Amy Lowell is not as widely remembered as an early twentieth century reader might expect she would be.
True Detective mentions a few things from The Yellow King but it’s window dressing…Thankfully, Vaughan delivers what Warren does not.
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