Category Archives: American Poets

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 … Continue reading →

Some Thoughts on a Crosstown Bus: Elio Schneeman

9 Feb ’15

… 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 … Continue reading →

Bad Boy by Bill Kushner

5 Feb ’15

……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 … Continue reading →

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

22 Nov ’14

… 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 … Continue reading →

Robert Frost reads The Witch of Coös

25 Oct ’14

… 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 … Continue reading →

William Blake’s To The Evening Star

14 Oct ’14

… TO THE EVENING STAR THOU fair-hair’d angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! Smile on our loves, … Continue reading →

Some thoughts about Marty Watt (among other things)

30 Sep ’14

… Marty Watt was the first performance poet I ever saw. And I will be forever indebted. It was in Philadelphia where I had come to live again after several years of travel. I had returned to the States Easter … Continue reading →

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

17 Sep ’14

… … 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; … Continue reading →

T.S. Eliot reads some minor poems: La Figlia Che Piange, Whispers of Immortailty, Sweeney Among the Nightingales, and Difficulties of a Statesman

30 Aug ’14

… La Figlia Che Piange T.S. Eliot looked all over Italy for a statue of a weeping girl. He couldn’t find her, but then one day a real one appeared. How do you say hello to a beautiful woman? Sometimes … Continue reading →