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Adelia Prado: Heaven, Gothic and on Fire [by Jeffrey Levine]
If it begins in the quotidian, it ends in a place as peculiar and mystical as any Emily Dickinson, where, much like the dead, the speaker of the poem has its own business to…
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Squibs 299—306 [by Alan Ziegler]
299: The entrance requirement for The School of Hard Knocks is a degree from the Institute of Push Comes to Shove. 300: After listening to a bunch of Beach Boys songs, I wonder what their…
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It bloomed and Dropt – Emily Dickinson and the Unsayable [by Jeffrey Levine]
As promised yesterday, I’ve been thinking about this Emily Dickinson poem, about how it handles the unsayable, implies the unsaid: Emily Dickinson – 978 (1864) It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon-The Flower-distinct and…
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Squibs 289—298 [by Alan Ziegler]
289: The best pitcher on my Little League team announces he doesn’t “feel like playing” and walks off the field. I’ve been making good throws from shortstop, so the coach escorts me to the mound…
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Not Single Spies, But in Battalions [Jeffrey Levine]
Reading to her satisfies and keeps us from the dull ache of not knowing how otherwise to talk, how to fill in the silences, how to understand what’s said in them, the spaces between…
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How To Be a Big-League Critic [by David Lehman]
<<<1. Write that the subject of your choice, “as he [or she] recedes into history, seems more a product of his [or her] time than an agent of transformation.” This can be said of everyone…
