PANIC ON THE STREETS OF POETRY
When people ask me how (or why) I became a poet, I always blame music. At 14, I was skinny, […]
When people ask me how (or why) I became a poet, I always blame music. At 14, I was skinny, […]
(1917 – 2013) I’ve written more than a few poems for my friend Ed Galing, after getting the many letters
“I, who was never quite sure/ about being a girl, needed another/ life, another image to remind me.” —Anne
Not to be glib, but I have to at least acknowledge the obvious: I’m a Southern poet because I was
THE IMPERTINENT DUET: TRANSLATING POETRY WITH ART BECK #4: THE DEEP PULSE OF IDIOM: NOODLES, BLUE TEETH, FLESH-EATERS, GUSTAVE FLAUBERT,
Norman Ball BEING DIFFICULT With all due respect to those preceding me on this poetry discussion thread, I see great