Watch my poetry readings on YouTube
I have begun a YouTube channel, The Burning Archive, where I will feature short videos of…
My collected poems
I am very pleased to announced that I am publishing my collected poems, Gathering Flowers of…
A task: from Milosz to me
This morning I read this poem. “A task” by Czelaw Milosz, chosen randomly from his collected …
The poet W as comedian
Wallace Stevens is a poet of comedy, and comedy relieves the distress of tragic history. Comedy reconciles the restless, Romantic imagination with the present and the real. When the world falls apart, one must cultivate one’s garden, but also tell some comic stories over dinner. It is comedy, not alone but inseparable, that moves the infinite conversation on.
Donne’s sermons and the blogging tradition
Today, 31 March, is the feast day for John Donne in the Anglican and Lutheran denominations…
Three tankas on my garden
Over the last difficult year my garden has been a constant companion and a source of…
A revelation from Rumi
This morning I read some poems from Hafez (c 1315-1390) that celebrated love and wine and…
Ezra Pound, the unavowable fury of thy true heritage in fragments
The story of Ezra Pound’s mind cannot be told in plain and simple affirmations. Three twisted…
The persistence of the Mahabharata
One year ago I was about to fly to Bali, as it turned out in the…
Sponges, metamorphoses and psyche
In April 2017 I wrote the following post in an experiment, a form of improvised association…