poetry Ezra Pound, "In a Station of the Metro" I am scared to talk about the years in which I had all the awareness of a really useless rock.
poetry William Butler Yeats, "When Helen Lived" “Beauty that we have won / From bitterest hours” threatens to give war a glamour it should not be given.
poetry Paul Celan, "You may" The simultaneity of horror and happiness emerges in Celan's lyric through the semblance of gesture.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "In the name of the Bee" (J 18, F 23) What seems to be at stake for Dickinson is as much as a bee, a butterfly, and a breeze. Why can’t she just have her say and be left alone?
poetry Wendy Videlock, "Bane" Things mean things. Getting older is frustration that it’s hard to convey that meaning.
poetry Kay Ryan, "Backward Miracle" I’m still not entirely comfortable with calling answered prayers for parking spaces or relief of everyday anxieties “miraculous.”
poetry Matsuo Bashō, "Don't imitate me..." The problem lies in giving an audience more of the same. Imagine being presented with melon and more melon as choices for dessert.
poetry Kay Ryan, "Cloud" Ryan, like Robert Frost and Elizabeth Bishop, is also a poet of “existential horror.” She extends hope, but her lyrics terrify if attended properly.
poetry Farnaz Fatemi, "Everything Is Made Of Labor" Even the best believe good writing equates to a “mic drop” moment: say a fact to end all debate and nothing else needs to be written.
poetry Deborah A. Bennett, "beyond the fog..."; Ross Gay, "A Small Needful Fact" Ross Gay’s artistry demands we understand media criticism to be on the same level as close-reading.
poetry Robert Creeley, "A Prayer" “Bless / something small / but infinite / and quiet,” he prays, and I believe in the humility of his verse.
poetry Kyla Houbolt, "I see no reason for poetry" How do we learn? Often by pretending to be who we want to be. Like all things, this is full of complications and contradictions.
poetry William Bortz, "October, and Everything is Breathing;" Ted Kooser, "Snow Fence" I can imagine the anxiety of loss as a form of unfreedom, of constraint. It feels like being robbed of chances for deeply shared joy and happiness.
poetry Kay Ryan, "Sharks' Teeth" I know people who must keep the television and radio on. Who must always be on the phone. Noise and noisiness, a way of life.
poetry Basho, "In Kyoto..." When I think about broken relationships, I find that my imagination’s particular cruelty lies in giving me ideal versions of those I’ve loved.
poetry Sappho, "In the spring twilight" ...when Sappho intones “In the spring twilight // The full moon is shining,” I get jealous.
poetry Wendell Berry, "Like Snow" Snow isn’t just complete in its coverage. As it descends, it gets the world to stop.
poetry Kay Ryan, "Blandeur" ...I’ve been to the Grand Canyon. What took me aback was how colorful it was. As if it were a source of rainbows within the Earth itself.
poetry Kay Ryan, "Linens" We believe in the behavior which looks positive. We believe so much that we find signs. Signs of something we wish was real.
poetry Deborah A. Bennett, "For the heart / very small things" Charity, I’ve learned, is near meaningless without a charitable spirit.
poetry Robert Frost's "Mowing," or The Danger of an Uncritical Approach to Great Books Welcome! Have Some Links Hi everyone-- I did not realize until now how many of you are activists. I've been fortunate to teach in classrooms where my students were open about the change they seek. It's so important to get students to talk to each other,
poetry Claire Needell, "Passage" I've been staring at Claire Needell [https://twitter.com/claireneedell]'s poem "Passage" for a few days now. It's an incredible work of art, and I hope you'll join me in trying to respond to it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have hopes for