Empathy and New Year

Empathy and New Year A notion like that of empathy inspires great distrust in us, because it connotes a further … More

Advent poems 22: December, by James Schuyler

December Il va neiger dans quelques jours Francis Jammes The giant Norway spruce from Podunk, its lower branches bound, this … More

As the summer holiday season takes hold, I am posting an old blog post or two from the archive. See … More

To celebrate what I now think of as James Schuyler day, I am reposting June 30, 1974. Happy … More

What I love about James Schuyler is coming across poems I have not found before and finding in them the … More

My James Schuyler obsession continues. (So is my adoration of blogs about pencils, but that is another story.) Below are … More

and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank … More

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in … More

Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as … More

I think I will write you a letter, June day. Dear June Fifth, you’re all green, so many kinds and … More

As promised last week, here is my presentation of the paper I co-wrote with Sue Dymoke in which we argue on … More

It was one of those throwaway remarks made by one writer, male, to another, ditto, in one of those books … More

‘It’s over,’ I say. ‘You’re always saying that, too,’ the book says. ‘Always ‘tired’, or ‘busy’, or ‘giving up’. People … More

and James, it’s taken me a few days to read A Few Days, but I have loved every line, especially … More

and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank actually were … More

Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as … More

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in … More

Being together so much and talking so much and writing poems and showing them to each other so much … More

Last week I gave up writing. For about a day. I had been given a book by one of my … More

Joan Mitchell looks to be the only artist of her generation, man or woman, who produced a big, abstract, painterly … More

‘To tell you the truth, it’s been shattering. But kind of amazing, as well.’ ‘You never said. You never said. … More