How Fortunate the Man with None by Bertolt Brecht From his play Mother Courage You saw sagacious Solomon You know what came of him, To him complexities seemed plain. He cursed the hour that gave birth to him And saw that everything was vain. How great and wise was Solomon. The world however did not […]
Eating Poetry* (XIII) – “Address”
*Ink runs from the corners of my mouth There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. ~Mark Strand, “Eating Poetry,” Reasons for Moving, 1968
Eating Poetry (XII) – Grief
Grief There used to be ways to mourn the ones you lose, like dressing in Victorian black the rest of your life or taking a week off work. Grieving’s still called a process by some who think you need to take it one step at a time one step after the other till the pit […]
While I Was Away…
…I did not wonder, as I did before leaving, whether the world might spin askew in consequence of my bloglessness. (I was, I confess, guiltlessly schlepping, nesting and playing.) Consider, then, my total shock and no little dismay at discovering that our fragile planet has, indeed – according to measurements from the International Society of […]
Eating Poetry* (X)
Shopping for Pomegranates at Wal-Mart on New Year’s Day by Campbell McGrath Beneath a ten-foot-tall apparition of Frosty the Snowman with his corncob pipe and jovial, over-eager, button-black eyes, holding, in my palm, the leathery, wine-colored purse of a pomegranate, I realize, yet again, that America is a country about which I understand everything and […]