“How Like Foreign Objects is an impressive first book by a promising poet. One hopes that it is only the beginning of a rich and prolific career. Orgera fearlessly heeds Ezra Pound’s call to “make it new.” As some, including Dana Levin, have pointed out, Pound’s imperative has led too many young poets to embrace a …
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1. Check out the new issue of Sixth Finch. 2. The poet Sandra Alcosser read at the bookshop last Sunday. She writes a lot of poems about animals, or orbiting around animals, which I appreciate more and more as I get older and want to spend all of my time with four-legged creatures. I’m not sure … Continue reading »
The old lady on Bayshore Road, you know? The one who stands on the sidewalk looking one of two ways: confused or angry? Today I was walking toward her, as I am wont to do on my way to teaching or walking with the pooch, and she started clapping. She clapped and clapped even. As … Continue reading »
Ack! I just missed my technical daily deadline…and I’ve been on this blog futzing for two hours. Alas. I did get some links to online poems up, and I created separate pages for each of my books. Also, does futz come from a Yiddish word? Today I started reading The Book Thief. I know, I’m behind by a few years. It’s … Continue reading »
You know the Simon & Garfunkel album, Bookends? It’s got “America” and “Mrs. Robinson” and “At the Zoo” and is still one of my favorite albums ever. Such an odd record, so peopled with varied subjects and personas. Actually, I was listening pretty obsessively to this album when I began writing poetry, and when I think back … Continue reading »
One of the Butterflies The trouble with pleasure is the timing it can overtake me without warning and be gone before I know it is here it can stand facing me unrecognized while I am remembering somewhere else in another age or someone not seen for years and never to be seen again in this … Continue reading »
Today is the start of National Poetry Month and my dad’s birthday. In the spirit of shaking things up, namely the silence in which I’ve been nestling/cocooning myself, I’m going to write something about something here every day for a month. First, my dad is 60 today. He has spent the last two or three … Continue reading »
