What might it be like to encounter a radically different culture and country entirely through its literature? To relinquish all preconceived notions held about it, and instead allow its words to tell you of the meaning of its existence and how it came into being, to make those words a talisman against the simulacrum of perceptions that flood your ( Read more... )

I love how this poem interlocks with the previous, another favorite poet: "You know that cool sly verb write".

but its beauty merits repetition.

One Art
Elizabeth BishopThe art of losing isn't hard to master ( Read more... )

On occasion of National Poetry Day belatedly, have this: Katheryn Simmonds reads her poem "The Woman Who Worried Herself To Death." So much happening, so little time to chronicle it in. Maybe later.


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I wrote this four years ago, and redisovered it again (thanks lometa!) this morning, and thought I'd share ( Read more... )