Paper Raincoats and Concrete Warships
I am reading Bashō, Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches. Narrow Road recounts Bashō’s late-17th century…
I am reading Bashō, Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches. Narrow Road recounts Bashō’s late-17th century…
I’ve begun recording poems I’ve published over the last thirty years. I’d like to post unpublished work too, but most…
Since last summer, I’ve been reading Alphabet, a collection from the late Danish poet Inger Christensen, alongside Alexander Theroux’s The…
Last month, I read Georges Perec’s I Remember, an unsorted list of personal recollections, each prefaced with the title phrase….
If you lose your parents in middle age, then by the time you sort their school papers, you’ve resolved most…
I’ve taken a break from Karl Ove Knausgaard’s massive novel-memoir My Struggle to read a very different kind of autobiography: Georges…
The other day, I picked up Robert Bly’s Point Reyes Poems, a chapbook first published in the mid-70s. Bly is…
This past week, an anonymous neighbor left two shopping bags full of books at the Little Library we built at…
The week John Ashberry dies, I read Carl Sandburg’s Wind Song. Ashbery is, for the time being, celebrated. Sandburg, once…
Tomas Tranströmer’s poem, “Two Cities” sticks with me: On each side of the strait, two cities one blacked out, occupied…