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… I got on a Chinatown bus last March and went to Philly to see Marty Watt read some poems at PhilaMOCA, a great performance space in what used to be Kensington, if I remember correctly, a little northeast of … Continue reading
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… I had wanted to hear Hilary Sideris read with Jeff Wright a few weeks back, but I missed that, so the next best thing was to have her come over to my place. Both of us worked for CUNY, … Continue reading
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… On Sunday, May 7, I went uptown to Hudson Gardens to hear a reading by poets who had contributed to Transition: Poems in the Aftermath, poets’ reactions, writings and thoughts about the November 2016 election, from November 9th to … Continue reading
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… A few Sundays ago I went uptown to Hudson Gardens, a beautiful part of Manhattan, a very intimate spot. There was a reading by poets who had contributed to Transition: Poems in the Aftermath, poets’ reactions to the November … Continue reading
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… A few Sundays ago I went to Zinc Bar. I had never heard the three poets who were reading before—John Mulrooney, Laurie Price, and Sean Cole—and I wanted to hear something new. I enjoyed them all; they were worth … Continue reading
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… Last Thursday I went over to Phyllis Wat and Dennis Moritz’s home on Grand Street just a few blocks east of the great (inexpensive) Chinese restaurants and markets before you get to the Bowery. I’d seen Phyllis read at … Continue reading
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… I asked Kaveh Akbar if I could video him while he read at the Poetry Project and he said yes. All I had was my iPhone, but I put it to use, shooting him vertically, not horizontally because I … Continue reading
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… I’d rather watch fireflies than fireworks pressing against the dark. “They’re vicious beasts,” Dad says: “All they do is have sex and eat their prey by the light they make. There’s the first one now!” I look watching it … Continue reading
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Yesterday I went to work on my sonnets and they looked horrible; changes I had made the day before that I thought then would complete everything were not as good as they’d looked; in fact, they were awful, and had … Continue reading
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… It’s April. Everything is young and beautiful. But you’re not here. It might as well be winter. You’ve cast your shadow over everything. … From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress’d in all … Continue reading
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… Last autumn I heard Arlo Quint read at the Poetry Project. Afterward, I saw Drawn In, a chapbook of his, on the table where the authors put their books to sell. Drawn In drew me. I loved the drawing … Continue reading
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… Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, … Continue reading