- Nothing for WATCH until The Count of Monte Cristo at Aldersgate this fall.
- I’ll be reading scripts for AACT’s NewPlayFest 2020.
Anderson, Heart of a Dog
“When L died, our teacher said, Every time you think of her, give something away, or, do something kind. And I said, Then I’d be giving things away non-stop. And he said, So?”
Category Archives: Poetry
Dara Weir’s “in the still of the night” at Poetry Daily.
no crickets, no crickets singing
A trunk holding a suitcase holding a holdall,
The travel equivalent of the turducken…
A word peeked sometimes from the cave mouth
only to shuffle back,
I like poetry that rhymes and doesn’t rhyme, like today’s offering, Rebecca Foust’s “Dream of the Rood.”
Rita Dove’s “Ode to My Right Knee,” verse with a slightly concealed structural constraint.
Wednesday’s poem at Poetry Daily is a killer, “Things That Have Changed Since You Died:”, by Laura Kasischke.
send each other mail without stamps.
Awesome Christmas-themed sestina (sestina, that Rubik’s cube of poetic forms) by Marcy Campbell.
Bill Keller proposes that the current occupants of the Capitol would benefit from a little poetry:
Poetry is no substitute for courage or competence, but properly applied, it is a challenge to self-certainty, which we currently have in excess. Poetry serves as a spur to creative thinking, a rebuke to dogma and habit, an antidote to the current fashion for pledge signing.
He quotes from William Carlos Williams (somehow I had remembered these lines as coming from Whitman): “It is difficult/to get the news from poems/yet men die miserably every day/for lack/of what is found there.”