Mary Oliver & Gerard Manley Hopkins
Last week I read Gerard Manley Hopkins at length for the first time (I’d read “Spring and Fall” several times…
Last week I read Gerard Manley Hopkins at length for the first time (I’d read “Spring and Fall” several times…
The twenty-seven desks of Bunche 3117, a small UCLA classroom, remain bolted to the floor, as they have been for…
Washing the dishes, I listened tonight to “Carols of the Times,” composer Bob Chilcott’s introduction to the Festival of Nine…
Eloise Klein Healy is one of those writers whose style became associated with L.A. after the 1960s: loose lines, conversational…
Hans Eijkelboom is a photographer. In his brief and helpful afterword, the critic David Carrier characterizes Eijkelboom as a modern…
Last month, the poet Tim Miller published a large batch of my poems in Underfoot, an online journal he co-edits…
Theodor Adorno warned against poetry after Auschwitz. To write it, he said, is “barbaric” because “critical intelligence … confines itself…
I am reading Bashō, Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches. Narrow Road recounts Bashō’s late-17th century…
Since last summer, I’ve been reading Alphabet, a collection from the late Danish poet Inger Christensen, alongside Alexander Theroux’s The…
I’ve taken a break from Karl Ove Knausgaard’s massive novel-memoir My Struggle to read a very different kind of autobiography: Georges…