Poetry

The Romance of Gregory Corso: Cypress, Marble, Moon!

 “I hate poetry and all its fucking ambitious son-of-a-bitches who call me a showman because I act myself”. Gregory Corso  letter…

6 years ago

Grave Responsibilities

There's a cat sanctuary in the grounds of the Pyramid in Rome. This rather incongruous Egyptian style pyramid was built in…

6 years ago

The Squelch and Why School Should be More Like a Fungus

It's been wet this August and last week was topped off by a cracker of a thunderstorm storm that dropped…

7 years ago

The United States Welcomes You

We're happier when we chat to strangers, but our instinct is to ignore them https://t.co/ExmL3GSCWw via @researchdigest — Tina Seelig…

7 years ago

The Need to Make

Not bird not badger not beaver not bee Many creatures must make, but only one must seek within itself what…

7 years ago

Why Rhubarb?

Rhubarb, Rhubarb Words A definition of rhubarb - the noun - is  meaningless background noise. This meaning is attributed to…

7 years ago

Valentine for Ernest Mann

Valentine for Ernest Mann You can’t order a poem like you order a taco. Walk up to the counter, say,…

7 years ago

The Road Ahead

The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. Before the advent of motorways in the UK (first section of…

7 years ago

A Perfect Match

Some paintings are made to pair with a poem. Read Edward Thomas's As the Team's Head Brass and then take another look…

7 years ago

Night Patrol

All agreed that 1917 had been a sad offender. All observed that 1918 did not look promising at its birth.…

7 years ago