Advertisements Possibly greater than Arlen and Harburg, Possibly greater than Rodgers and Hart, Possibly greater than Gershwin and Gershwin— Gosh, I don’t know where to start! Thoughts on “Now and Then” coming soon. Image: 1969 via AP
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Somebody Else’s Poem, for Megan Rapinoe
Advertisements In which a classic becomes relevant again When I heard the US had been eliminated from the Women’s World Cup the other day—and that Megan Rapinoe, who never misses a penalty, had in fact missed—I thought immediately of this poem by Ernest Thayer. It is a sports poem, if not a soccer/football one, andContinue reading “Somebody Else’s Poem, for Megan Rapinoe”
NaNoWriMo???
Advertisements In which I take a month’s inventory November is National Novel Writing Month, as the US-based organization attempting to bully us into drafting 50,000 words would have us believe. I’ll mention it in passing to non-Americans who look at me as if I’ve just thrown in a dialect word, and, in a way, IContinue reading “NaNoWriMo???”
A presto, Dante Alighieri!
Advertisements In which I peer into the passato remoto (like, molto molto remoto) Dante, the poet of Italy, so famous the last name is basically superfluous, died seven hundred years ago today. Seven HUNDRED years. WHAT. He had contracted malaria while staying in Ravenna at the request of its prince, Guido II da Polenta. ScholarsContinue reading “A presto, Dante Alighieri!”
More poetry!
Advertisements In which new lit is lit 🔥 Ciao tutti— The lovely new lit mag Journal of Erato dropped its second issue today, entitled Hometown, in which my poem “Me and Mike #3” is featured. It began life as a fragment, a half-thought-out meditation on being away from familiar places and people. Then I realizedContinue reading “More poetry!”
From Köln Cathedral
Advertisements • I nearly set fire to something yesterday out of laziness lying on the floor in the little room I’d rented on the outskirts of a city even stranger than the one I was trying to call home. Even the word home carries a note of strangeness now, as if I am only justContinue reading “From Köln Cathedral”
April Snow
Advertisements • This is the walk she knows they will never take: down the jealous sidewalk where every step’s a stumble, across volcano train tracks sleepy in sunlight and screeching at the moon, toward the glassy freshwater air and the green that spills down into skirted diamond current where she kicks off her shoes withoutContinue reading “April Snow”
How ‘Bout Them Apples?
Advertisements • How do you like them apples now? I hear The anthem being taken up. And yet The tune is faint and easy to forget If panic has not stuck it in your ear, Or drummed it down into your bones, or lodged It in the antechambers of your heart, Reminding you, should revolutionContinue reading “How ‘Bout Them Apples?”
Who Wants a Lover?
Advertisements • Who wants a lover this Valentine’s Day? Who wants a meaningless fling? Who wants a romance with no consequences, No major commitments, just minor offenses, No number, no text, and no ring? Who wants a lover this fourteenth of Feb? Who wants a roll in the hay? Who wants next morning toContinue reading “Who Wants a Lover?”
Clouds Over Troy
Advertisements Central Courtyard, University of Southern California. • this is hallowed knowledge: the shadow of the movement of heavenly bodies in the cool dry air— June gloom come early— illumination where no sun shines, the torch of kings to guide the steps of coming plebeians— sustenance for the humblest soul, noContinue reading “Clouds Over Troy”