POETS Day! John Berryman
This week’s poem is “The Minnesota 8 and the Letter-Writers.” I wouldn’t claim that it’s John Berryman at his best, even of the portion of his works I’ve read, poems.
This week’s poem is “The Minnesota 8 and the Letter-Writers.” I wouldn’t claim that it’s John Berryman at his best, even of the portion of his works I’ve read, poems.
We’ll be eating regular food leftovers while we cook a small Thanksgiving dinner at our house for future leftover purposes only, but you might enjoy the tetrazzini.
Properly set, the Thanksgiving dinner table is a familial perpetual emotion machine. At least, it should be.
If we are to assume that Christina Georgina Rossetti wrote of these things from experience – and I’d be staggered if anyone were to make a case otherwise – she was haunted by a youthful decision to have sex outside of marriage.
George Mackay Brown holds up a scene intrinsic to societies the world over without giving context and invites the reader to consider that technology and chasing the modern are trapping.
John Donne will be known for his more complex works such as “A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning” where you read it and think it’s pleasant until you read an essay about it.
Evidently Daniel Day-Lewis, who was only fifteen when Cecil Day-Lewis died, claimed to have seen the ghost of his father while playing Hamlet at the National Theatre in London.
In a poem in which William Wordsworth asks Milton to right the ship of England he imperfectly uses a form popularized by Milton
I’ll soon be among the rod and creel magi interjecting into other people’s conversations, with my far-off view, insights that begin with “Y’know, sometimes…”
Rupert Brooke is considered one of the War Poets but he’s remarkably different in tone from what we’ve come to expect when we hear that term.
There are no set rules to organize a voting process, so there are no set rules that make a choice a vote other than that it be a choice.
Léonie Adams wrote a wonderfully structured poem about emerging into a new phase of life; a poem filled with concrete and contrasting images that originally reference childbirth and the changing of the seasons.
elow is Walter de la Mare’s most anthologized, which I take to mean most popular but what the hell do I know, poem, “The Listeners.”
Should the Utah Utes football team lose she would “detonate the nuclear reactor that is located in the University of Utah causing a mass destruction.”
I went with Sir Walter Ralegh because that’s the way he spelled it most commonly during the public period of his life and that’s the way it’s spelled in my 9th grade issued copy of The Norton Anthology of the English Language
I’ve barely scratched the surface of Philip Larkin’s public work but what I have read I have thoroughly enjoyed.
In my opinion instead of writing a poem Thomas Grey attempting to write poetically. It doesn’t work.
Today’s poet is Paul Lawrence Dunbar, a man called “poet laureate of the Negro race,” by Booker T. Washington.
I’ve been thinking about the nature of friendship lately. I’m sure of one thing: roundabout friends are solid.
Happy POETS Day ladies and gentlemen, lads and lasses. The hour is near to Piss Off Early, Tomorrow’s Saturday. This week I don’t have to come up with a scam to get out of...