Saturday, June 25, 2016

Philip Whalen

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La Condition Humaine makes Friedrich Schiller, his personal Oeconomy almost overrun by tubercle bacilli Proclaim joy out of Elysium...
Saturday, June 18, 2016

Philip Garrison . . .

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The Stories                 1 A small rain a thin cold rain clicks on the shake roof & on miles & miles of valley.         They came...
Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Miroslav Holub . . .

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Glass Li Po was glass. Kant was glass. We observe ourselves like transparent sea anemones. We see the dark purple heart beating,  w...
Monday, April 11, 2016

Gunnar Ekelöf . . .

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Even Absentmindedness Is a Magnificent Landscape Even absentmindedness is a magnificent landscape: Fields where they plow with oxen, a...
Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Ernesto Cardenal . . .

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Lights                         That top secret flight at night. We might have been shot down. The night calm and clear. The sky teeming,...
Tuesday, July 28, 2015

John Ashbery . . .

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The Serious Doll The kinds of things are more important than the Individual thing, though the specific is supremely Interesting. Ri...
Thursday, July 9, 2015

RIP James Tate

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The Blue Booby The blue booby lives on the bare rocks of Galápagos and fears nothing. It is a simple life: they live on fish, ...
Sunday, June 21, 2015

Paul Sampson

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A Middle Manager, Newly Dead, Learns That Tibetan Buddhism Is True Bardo, they call this. Jail is more like it. "Don't worry,...
Sunday, June 14, 2015

Rosmarie Waldrop . . .

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The Grandeur of the Mountains Could the grandeur of the mountains be inhaled by a village girl? How fraught the bond between warm-bloode...
Saturday, June 6, 2015

Miroslav Holub

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The Minotaur's Thoughts on Poetry Certainly this thing exists. For on dark nights when, unseen, I walk through the snail-like windi...
Wednesday, April 29, 2015

On Comments

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Comments on this blog page or any of my others are refused, or deleted if they haven't been refused, whenever I find them, if not signed...
Friday, March 27, 2015

Alice Fulton

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Trouble in Mind A murdered body's shallow grave. A ditch that shelters sniper fire. Who says memory's a friend? Who'd griev...
Monday, February 23, 2015

David Shapiro

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House In extreme pain Q meets T They walk into a house And later a double-exposure is sent to S Somewhere behind the curtains Uncer...
Thursday, February 12, 2015

Paavo Haavikko

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fr. The Bowmen (1955) Statecraft, sagacity Gone to the mountain council My lord has planted his banner We must not go there And clear...

Tomas Tranströmer

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Oklahoma 1 The train stopped far to the south. There was snow in New York. Here you could go about in shirtsleeves the whole night. B...