I was surprised to find that I haven't chosen something by Stanley Kunitz as a Poem for the Weekend yet. I did blog about one of my favorite poems by him here. Kunitz attended Harvard, served in the Army during WWII, taught...
I’ve been lecturing, I mean, um, working with one of our kids
lately. The kid who got a bad grade in math even though he’s actually quite
brilliant with numbers. The one who’d rather be working on his YouTube trick
shot...
Last weekend at the Tuscon Festival of Books, a nice woman handed me a small green card. It's a Pocket Poem, in celebration of National Poetry Month, which is April. There is an actual "Poem in Your Pocket Day," initiated...
This week, I went looking for some very contemporary poets. I found lots of good stuff, bookmarked a few journals that were new to me, and this was the poem that brought me back, again and again. You can read more about...
Before he was a poet, Jean Follain was a lawyer and then, a judge. He grew up in the small town of Canisy, France, and spent his adult years in Paris. A short biography is here.
Dogs and Schoolboys
by Jean Follain...
Years ago, I developed allergies. I had all the classic
symptoms: occasional runny nose and itchy eyes, sneezing and congestion. My
ears often felt plugged up and once in a while, I’d come down with a sinus
infection. I...
"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka
