This poem is from my second book, "World Enough," and distills a lot on my mind then and now: time spent in Paris (living on the rue Suger, in the student quarter); thoughts on memory, identity, dis/continuity; questions of perception and the sensorium; how dreams can give you back aspects of your own experience. And life study: a genre of painting, a mode of attentiveness, of ceaseless questioning: as Shelley wrote in “The Triumph of Life”: “Then, what is life?”
Maureen N. McLane on "Life Study" |
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A Poetic Pilgrimage to Robert Frost's Vermont Home
"One hundred and one years ago, Robert Frost and his family moved to an 18th-century stone-and-clapboard house in Shaftsbury. The poet, who four decades later would be named the first poet laureate of Vermont, lived in the house for nine years—writing poems, tending an apple orchard, raising chickens and walking in the woods."
via SEVEN DAYS |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Dana Levin on Emily Kendal Frey's Lovability
"In Lovability, poem after poem seeks discernment against this agony, to untangle the sticky web of the imagined, the hoped for, the dreaded, the real, and encounter each unbraced. Perhaps this is the only project that matters. Perhaps it’s one of the most difficult things a person undergoes: the dismantling of dream, assumption, expectation, prejudice, in order to see clearly and honestly." |
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