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Dipping into Poetry

I’ve been realising lately, as you might have noticed, that I do have a bit of a problem with unread books… And digging about has made me realize just how many of them are poetry books. 461 more words

Word Cloud: CUMULATION

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD

It’s not easy to sum up a person’s life. No one is just one thing, and no one stays the same from one year to the next, especially when a single event can radically alter someone’s life’s course. 3,012 more words

Poetry

A Prodigal Son Returns to the Nest of Stingers for Martin Luther King Jr. Day

I, Carlton Morris Davis Jr, have a White Anglo-Saxton Protestant (WASP) name given to me by my family, who were very proud of their white heritage and where creative naming isn’t in the genes. 377 more words

Article

An Unseasonable Soul Holds Forth: The Poetry of Robert Pinsky

Have you ever encountered a movie star or television personality in the real world—in the flesh? Such encounters used to be relatively common in Southern California, in the 60’s and early 70’s—and maybe they still are, given the pictures posted in… 4,799 more words

Reading Poems And Books Of Poetry

Carrion-Miles to Purgatory Part 2

In Carrion-Miles to Purgatory Part 1 I introduced the event that my husband and I attended on December 8.  If you have not read that, you may want to go back and start there. 899 more words

Experience

Carrion-Miles to Purgatory Event Part 1

One of the many benefits of living in Baltimore, is being close to some truly amazing events, many of them free.  On Friday, December 8, my husband and I went to a symposium and concert presented by The Peabody Institute and The Johns Hopkins Mood Disorders Center.  1,053 more words

Experience

Quote of the Day

One of the first things I noticed was [Robert Lowell’s] revision, his revision and revision and revision and you would see the poem written over in this sort of printed handwriting, over and over the same point with slight changes and then on each piece of paper, arrows and asterisks and changes—endless changes till finally the poem didn’t have the same, wasn’t the same poem at all, didn’t mean the same thing at all.

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