Month: December 2014
On the 2014 National Book Award for poetry
I try to be generous, really I do, but I have been known to nurse cynical and petty feelings about the poetry business. I watch various prizes dealt out and sigh inwardly. So many honors go to people who have already won the other… Continue Reading “On the 2014 National Book Award for poetry”
Loaded with mysterious cargo and about to launch
At first she slept in a bassinet by our bed, keeping us awake with weird barnyard noises: grunts, squawks, clicks, snorts. After a couple of weeks we started pushing the bassinet across the room, and even into the hall outside our door, just so… Continue Reading “Loaded with mysterious cargo and about to launch”
Poetry and injustice
I don’t have anything wise and insightful to say about our epidemic losses of African-Americans to police violence. At the “Black Lives Matter” rally at Washington & Lee on Friday—yes, a rally here, and the crowd was big!—I didn’t speak. African-American undergrads, law students,… Continue Reading “Poetry and injustice”
