When I was a freshman in college I took my first poetry class, and my father started referring to me as “the poet,” like an epithet. Even then I had no interest in being a poet — I had a passing interest in writing fiction, mostly as a hobby, and thought I’d minor in creative …
Over the summer, the editors of the Buddhist magazine Tricycle approached me, asking if Rattle might help them with a poetry discussion group. Though we have no direct ties to Buddhism, I thought it might be interesting to participate. I’m not a practicing Buddhist myself — I’m too much a spiritless materialist to succor the …
Turning yesterday’s post on its head less than 24 hours later, I’ve been reading John Ashbery, The Tennis Court Oath, and am forced to admit, once again, that there isn’t just one poetry. There are whole swaths of people who get things out of poetry that I don’t care all that much about. And that’s …
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Note: I only have a small number of ideas about poetry which are actually worth sharing. A handful of ideas — which may or may not even be original — does not a blog make, so I have to dole them out in small portions, with a whole lot of filler in between. These meaningful …
Note: I only have a small number of ideas about poetry which are actually worth sharing. A handful of ideas — which may or may not even be original — does not a blog make, so I have to dole them out in small portions, with a whole lot of filler in between. These meaningful …
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