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Love Fame & Existential Despair

I first learned about 20th century American poet John Berryman from Louise Gluck’s book Proofs and Theories; Gluck was impressed with the way Berryman swung through personas, effortlessly transitioning between one and another. 2,156 more words

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Friday, March 17th

sounds of Mali

Salif Keita, live, London, c. 2002


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What one seems to want in art, in experiencing it, is the same thing that is necessary for its creation, a self-forgetful, perfectly useless concentration.

—Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979), letter

Music Clip Of The Day

Thursday, March 16th

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791), Piano Concerto No. 26 in D major (“Coronation”); Munich Philharmonic Orchestra with Friedrich Gulda (conducting, piano), live, 1986


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Elizabeth Bishop and a Poet's Loneliness

I have a close personal friend in Oregon that I’ve known for decades and kept in touch with him as he pursued a career in teaching English literature at a small college on the coast.  441 more words

Poetry And Prose

Awful but cheerful: Sunday Reflections on Elizabeth Bishop

One of my best friends and I share a special understanding of and appreciation for Elizabeth Bishop’s poetry. “Your voice is kind of like hers,” he said to me once—about my poems, but also how I speak generally, my tendency to describe things ad nauseam. 932 more words

Elizabeth Bishop was not a great poet (?)

“A ‘great’ poet…offers a vision and body of work that provokes strong emotions and worthwhile reflection. Bishop is too self-absorbed to meet that standard. Moreover, with just a few memorable exceptions, her subject matter has such limited range that one can create a template for much of her poetry.”

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It's still the Year of the Rooster (Draw a Bird Day)

The crown of red
set on your little head
is charged with all your fighting blood.

Yes, that excrescence
makes a most virile presence,
plus all that vulgar beauty of iridescence. 63 more words

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