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“It’s like . . . it’s like . . . I don’t know WHAT it’s like”: On the Limitations of Metaphor (by Brian Brodeur)
Thanks very much to Jim Cummins, Stacey Harwood, and BAP for inviting me to share a few thoughts on poetry this week. I’m honored. I have four posts lined up: three micro-essays and a…
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MCMXIV, by Philip Larkin
Those long uneven linesStanding as patientlyAs if they were stretched outsideThe Oval or Villa Park,The crowns of hats, the sunOn moustached archaic facesGrinning as if it were allAn August Bank Holiday lark; And the…
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Weatherly’s Words: A Tribute to Tom Weatherly by Rosanne Wasserman
Some time around July 15, we lost Tom Weatherly; his heart gave out. His fiancee Linda Murphy hadn’t heard from him in a few days; no one had—where were all his phone calls,…
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Percy Bysshe Shelley Goes Boating [by David Lehman]
Note: Readers of "astrological profiles" know that the use of astrological terms is laid on pretty thick but with tongue in cheek, firmly so, on the nervy assumption that the horoscope — like the…
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Brian Brodeur, Guest Author August 4-8
This week we welcome Brian Brodeur as our guest author. Brian is the author of the poetry collections Natural Causes (Autumn House Press 2012) and Other Latitudes (University of Akron Press 2008), as well…
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We have a winner for best first sentence of a novel under 500 pages [by David Lehman]
Announcing the winner of this year's opening sentence contest: <<< It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,…
