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 … Continue reading →

Love Is Not All by Edna Saint Vincent Millay

14 Feb ’15

… 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 →

Gregory Corso’s A Star

30 Sep ’14

… 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 … 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 →

Roberto Montes reads from I Don’t Know Do You

12 May ’14

… 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 … Continue reading →

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

18 Jan ’14

… 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 … Continue reading →

Robert Frost reads Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

25 Nov ’12

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 … Continue reading →