Flesh and Beyond
August 30, 2011
Despite his social poetics, Moss is not a widely read American poet. He is instead “American poetry’s best-kept secret” as John Ashbery says. I suspec
July 28, 2011
Down the Decumanus Maximus till the rutted cobbles give way, just as so many lives have gone before this, past the stubs of the insulae, while each Airbus at Fiumicino heaves itself aloft over the beach umbrellas in row on row where the Tyrrhenian Sea laps, soft; and I, too, have felt Rome drop astern of that imperative bound west, have settled back and been home by afternoon. But this time I smell the dust and heat as I walk an open field to Room 16, Trench 3, Layer 3 where he works, my tousle-headed man-child,
July 28, 2011
Near his death Chuang Tzu’s disciples asked why he chose tree burial in the ancient style instead of a dignified grave.
July 14, 2011
i. That summer of rain I was a seminarian and visited the Osborn State Correctional Facility. Metal gates opened, closed, like legs crossed and uncrossed. On the mental health ward, behind a small meshed window, a naked man, wrapped in a bed sheet, posed like Constantine crossing the Milvian Bridge. Men hummed in their cells, sticky, strong from barbells. The men had black, brown and white skin, many covered with intricate tattoos like road maps. One seminarian collapsed and was taken to the nurse’s office.
June 09, 2011
Behind the banyan trees, the mansions. Behind the mansions, the lagoon—. In the lagoon, a mooring of sailboats. Wind in the rigging. Hull-slap and groan. Where is everybody? The sound of people playing in their pools—well ..., there Isn’t any; the streets Are empty—, the moon, like a moon Jelly, beating its slow float in the not- Quite-dark. In the gardens of the Moorings Country Club, The lights have come on, rice paper lanterns on which are Printed cherry blossoms. O—this un- Starred sky.
May 11, 2011
The animals in Paul Muldoon’s poems do not tell us how we should act, but they do allow us to “glimpse the possibility of what we might become.” His n
April 26, 2011
Les Murray's latest book, the decidedly minor Taller When Prone, testifies to Murray’s full poetic recovery, and also to a kind of liberation from the
April 07, 2011
for Deborah Digges Said and done I’m choosing the redwing. The unwritten rule is the rule of familiars (familiar having a homely quality), those birds close by, the ones you take for granted, though seasonal: the mocker in the arbor picking at the grapes, the house wren flowering in the dogwood, the catbird mewling in and out of the hedge, the infinite warbler warbling all summer... But not the bird you feed all winter, the one who stays, like the sometime cardinal (too present, too colorful), who warms the snow at the window, who on the coldest day will sing, since singing, by itself, like be