Tag Archives: American poetry

Drunken Bee Poems by Philip Good

… I first held Drunken Bee Poems in my hands in 1987 when Philip Good gave them to me, shortly after he moved to New York to live with Bernadette Mayer and her children a few blocks away on Avenue A and 4th Street, and […]

Love Is Not All by Edna Saint Vincent Millay

… Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain, Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again. Love can not fill the thickened lung with […]

Some Thoughts on a Crosstown Bus: Elio Schneeman

… … … February 8, 2015 I rode the M14 across town this afternoon to go to a poetry reading, on the way editing some sonnets I’m working on—no place better than a bus to work and read—but by the time I got to 9th […]

Bad Boy by Bill Kushner

… … If you don’t want a house guest to walk around naked, never invite Bill Kushner. The man lives nude whenever possible; always trying to get back to the beginning, an Eden perhaps. Bill had some problems in his apartment and stayed with me […]

And Five More American Poets: Stevens, Swenson, Rukeyser, Lowell and Ashbery

… Wallace Stevens … The Idea of Order at Key West She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused […]

Robert Frost reads The Witch of Coös

… As strict as Robert Frost could be about meter, here he speaks in variations of a loosely vernacular iambic pentameter, and when he reads, taking on the character of the narrators, he adds asides, and makes the listener feel here and now. As the […]

Gregory Corso’s A Star

… Just got this gift this weekend. Years ago I brought the poet Gregory Corso to my friend Patricia Kelly who was always looking for ideas for art. For ten dollars Gregory wrote and signed a poem for Patricia that she would use later on […]

Dumb Luck: Sam Hamill’s Weasel, Crow and Coyote on the Dharma Trail

… … Several years ago, I had some dumb luck; it was on a Saturday, May 12, 2012 to be exact. I went to Zinc Bar off of Washington Square for a poetry reading, but I had the time wrong; it was tomorrow. But in […]

Roberto Montes reads from I Don’t Know Do You

… On Friday night at the Bureau of General Services—Queer Division at 83A Hester Street (a great bookstore by the way), I saw Roberto Montes read from his new book of poems, I Don’t Know Do You, published by Ampersand Press. Anyone listening to Roberto […]

Five American Poets: Stevens, Swenson, Rukeyser, Jarrell, and Lowell

… Wallace Stevens (1979 – 1955) The Idea of Order at Key West She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant […]

Robert Frost reads Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

… … Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near […]