If you go looking for something to be afraid of, you’re sure to find it: An anti-immigrant group mistook empty bus seats for women wearing burqas
It is easy to find someone who will hem and haw about climate change to buy the fossil fuel industry more time, but Scott Pruitt is a man who doesn’t even believe in ordinary pollution, to judge by his actions; to put him in charge of the Environmental Protection Agency is a bad joke. You really have to read Jeff Goodell’s piece in the August 10 issue of Rolling Stone magazine.
Here’s a piece in the Paris Review written by Marissa Grunes, the daughter of my first poet-pal, Allen Grunes, Dartmouth class of ’78. The essay is so well-written it’ll make your jaw drop.
I just learned that my poem “An Indelicate Proposal” was chosen for the Rosalie Boyle / Norma Farber Award from the New England Poetry Club, an association founded in 1915 by Amy Lowell, Robert Frost, and Conrad Aiken! The poem will be posted on the NEPC website.
I just spent a wonderful week visiting my son John in Humboldt County. Here he’s introducing his rescue dog Rango to the water. Rango’s got a lot of lab in him, so we think he’ll love swimming once he catches on. The object of this first lesson is to get his heart to stop beating a mile a minute. As you can see, he’s already learning to relax.
James Matthew Wilson brings a depth of philosophical understanding to his reading of Catherine Chandler’s poetry. Rarely does a poet find so insightful a reader, but then, Chandler is that rare poet who deserves such a reader.
Bill Gray talks about what matters most in his essay at The Good Men Project website.
The word “poet” derives from the Ancient Greek term “poiesis,” which means “to make.” In The University Bookman, Stephen Knepper considers the life and work of a maker who won the admiration of all who met him even briefly, as I did at the West Chester Poetry Conference some years ago.
John Tavano and I were thrilled to hear Parisian singer Anne Marie Codur and pianist Jill Borenstein perform our song, “La Girafe” at the Boston National Poetry Month Concert last night. It was a wonderful evening all around: Sufi poetry read to the accompaniment of the Turkish bowed tambour, Derek Walcott’s poetry paired with the mesmerizing sound of steel pans —even a Japanese pop song!