Donald Trump Congratulates Himself on the Crucifixion of Jesus | Catherine B. Krause

Lionel Trilling, then an assistant professor at Columbia working on his thesis on Matthew Arnold, turned twenty-nine on July 4, 1934. That fall he and Jacques Barzun, 26, taught a seminar that convened on Wednesday evenings for the next twenty years. It was for seniors only and you had to have top grades to qualify….

For today’s post I offer this exquisite poem “Bicycles” by Paul Hostovsky, first published in Body. If you haven’t checked out this superb literary magazine, please do!   BICYCLES Now I would rather remember life than live it. I would rather imagine life than live it. I would rather watch life going on from the…

A pale face, dark eyes, an uneasy smile, Surrounded by a mass of tangly black curls, She sat in that circle Unengaged, aloof, disruptive, There for everyone else’s sake But her own. Trapped in a world by demons who Would let her see another way But kept her from it because It wouldn’t serve their…

Last week I mentioned that I often compare poets to dogs. I received a few emails asking me to elaborate. So I want to ask, Am I the only one who thinks this way? Should I teach a seminar on helping poets find their inner dog?  There are, after all, just so many similarities between…

The post from After the Wild Iris by Iris McCloughan appeared first on The Poetry Project. Go to Source Author: The Poetry Project

What the Streets Look Like Mom: the sweet rotted summer stench still taps the nasal cavity inside breezes several times per block. I have a greater empathy for pigeons after two months at work in the unnatural country, & find it instinctively nerve- wracking to remove my wallet from its pocket here in town despite…