Monthly Archives: March 2018

Postwar Polish Poetry

Some of the most moving poetry seemed to come out of Poland after World War II. Polish history reads like a particularly bloody video game of conquest and reconquest of those fertile fields smack in the center of Europe. Everybody … Continue reading

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Phillip K. Dick

I think two of his books, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep and Man in the High Castle, are classics, as is this quote that Larry gave me yesterday: Reality is that which, when you stop believing it, doesn’t go … Continue reading

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A poem from last Sunday

Amanda Moore was one of the readers at Britt Marie’s last Sunday. This was my favorite of the poems she read: The Broken Leg Eventually it comes between us: not the plaster barricade between every tender moment we might have, … Continue reading

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A perfect pie

In LA, cooking for my daughter who is recovering from minor surgery. Today, chicken pot pie. Very satisfying.

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The other poem…

Yesterday’s event at Britt Marie’s was just what a poetry event should be, short, varied, lively, moving and fun. The small wine bar was full to overflowing and the audience seemed to enjoy the poems. I know I enjoyed the … Continue reading

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Foolish Monday

I had a memorable workshop with Cornelis Eady at Squaw Valley one summer, and thought I’d share one of his poems this morning. I’m a Fool to Love You Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman, Some … Continue reading

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