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WEDNESDAYS WITH DENISE: December 6, 2023
Congratulations to Mary Jo Bang whose book A Film in which I Play Everyone was published earlier this fall by Graywolf. Here’s a spectacular sample poem: SPEAKING OF THE FUTURE, HAMLET is saying, someday this day will be over. A moon will presumably still be above: a bone quiet, an inflatable in the scene —the…
W. H. Auden’s “September 1, 1939”
Here it is again: September 1, 1939, eighty-four years later. Can you picture Auden at The Dizzy Club, that “dive” on Fifty-Second Street, (aka Swing Street) on that terrible day when the Germans invaded Poland and quaked the earth? One of the best stanzas is a metaphorical description of that bar and others like it. Click…
WEDNESDAYS WITH DENISE: March 13, 2024
Henrietta Goodman’s book Antilla takes its title from a phantom island that appeared on 15th century maps. The lush poems in Antilla (The Backwaters Press) continually question what is here and what isn’t, through ghostly presences. In “What Are We Going to Turn Into?” Goodman even refers to her son as pop culture’s friendly ghost…
A. R. Ammons’s Last Poem (Twenty-five Years Ago)
“When the bubbles of nothingness rise” When the bubbles of nothingness rise out of nothing – a fine and brittle crust like blown glass, cooled motion, forms and in the rough spots chinks of someday we have our lives build wars, consider prophets, and carefully seek to know what robe or crown to wear…
Did Freud Die? And if so, when? [by David Lehman]
I) Yes, he died (1) At Freiberg (then part of Moravia) of a gunshot wound said to be self-inflicted on 6 May 1856 (2) In London of throat cancer on 23 September 1939 (3) Brokenhearted in North London of bronchitis on March 14, 1883 (4) In Paris, executed by guillotine, 28 July 1794 (5) In…
Hole in My Arm | Jesse Hoefling
There’s a hole in my arm– Where the mind goes Where the dead howl excretions Where the blood meets the oily needle Where memories die Where heaven touches hell There is a hole in my arm– Where the mind goes Where the soul screams Where death shouts with applause Where paradise costs a twenty dollar…