Diane di Prima
Very sad loss news in a very tough loss time—yet another death of a treasured teacher and friend in this foul Year […]
Category: Word
October In The Railroad Earth
Was walking along some old railroad tracks yesterday in inspiration to launch a long poem about America and my many American travels […]
The Golden Apples Of The Sun
Last night pondering poems as noted for my colleagues’ request, the epochal “The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats rose to mind. […]
Split The Lark And You’ll Find The Music
Split The Lark And You’ll Find The Music Split the Lark—and you’ll find the Music—Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—Scantily dealt to […]
Greatest Living Poet In The American Language
No earnest artist pays any mind to contests and prizes. They are a twee bourgeoisie nicety, conceit really, of the weekend tea […]
Scientists Are Cute When They Discover What The Poets Know
Humans have tended to believe that we are the only species to possess certain traits, behaviors, or abilities, especially with regard to […]
The Privilege Of The Gods
“The idea of global unity is not new, but the absolute necessity of it has only just arrived, like a sudden radical […]
He Felt Almost Holy About It
“Cézanne started with all the tricks. Then he broke the whole thing down and built the real thing. It was hell to […]
The Heart Holds With Nature
Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself. He who has a contempt for poetry, cannot have […]
Divine Light
“What unsuspected marvels we should find, if we knew how to dissect words, to strip them of their barks and liberate the […]