I am in here.
Mary Karr (whose Lit I have been reading obsessively rather during these last couple of days) and Christopher Robinson read and discuss Czesław Miłosz‘s “Late Ripeness.” I had not known about this series of webcasts on Youtube, but am now going to check it regularly. MK and I were poetry geeks growing up, both of us. … Continue reading Some Czesław Miłosz to start off the new year
Just put up, fresh after midnight… November night via November « a night kitchen.
My friend Cathy has mentioned to me that my poems seem to be very well hidden on this blog. This was not my purpose. To fix the problem, I am giving them a new home on their very own blog: a night kitchen. The site gets its name from its very first post. Thus, I … Continue reading In which the poems get their new home
Well, not me, yet. But I like to keep tabs on what’s popular here, at least as far as poetry goes. This past week, it’s been the usual: Jacques Prévert’s Le Cheval Rouge (with handy translation by yours truly) and coming in at a distant second, we have Siegfried Sassoon’s The Death Bed. The latter … Continue reading What’s up for today
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