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		<title>Two fun poems from “Liberty&#8217;s Vigil, The Occupy Anthology”</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Two poems that I especially enjoyed in Liberty&#8217;s Vigil, The Occupy Anthology use form to generate great wit out of the tired language of slogans. A Villanelle for Hard Times The unending crisis—begun by the cronies of Shrub. While many &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/occupy-forms">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Herman Melville &amp; Hart Crane</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Nathaniel Philbrick has written a marvelous book, Why Read Moby-Dick? Let me quote: “Moby-Dick is a novel, but it is also a book of poetry. The beauty of Melville&#8217;s sentences is such that it sometimes takes me five minutes or &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/herman-melville-hart-crane">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Beacon Mountain Poem</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Long before I grew enamored with Beacon as NoBro (North Brooklyn) with its gentrifying main street of art galleries and funky coffee houses clustered in restored brick buildings at both ends, I encountered it as a prison town. (“Be-A-Con,” a &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/beaconmountai">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>My Elegy for Mauro Parisi</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(Late in 2004 I returned from a long stay in the Adirondacks to learn that Mauro Parisi had taken his life. I hadn&#8217;t known him well, but what I had known hadn&#8217;t prepared me for this news. In this elegy &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/my-elegy-for-mauro-parisi">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Samuel Claiborne Recalls Mauro Parisi</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Robert Milby&#8217;s poem, &#8220;The Hudson River in Winter,&#8221; brought back memories of Mauro Parisi, who took his life in 2004 by jumping off a bridge. Here are two elegies by Samuel Claiborne. Mauro You were the one I first noticed &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/claiborne-parisi">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;The Hudson River in Winter&#8221; by Robert Milby</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Morning Hudson River has ice on its face; Ice on its skin in late January. Ghosts fly low to kiss ice bouquets in its powerful arms, jeweled cloak; Hair rivulets and tribulations of Winter blue. I shout crow poetry from &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/hudson-river-milby">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Hart Crane Hears the River</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For years, I&#8217;ve been mesmerized by Hart Crane&#8217;s poetry as dazzling verbal displays that suggest stories lurking within their densities but always favor ecstatic language over explaining what&#8217;s going on. To read his poems aloud is to hear jazz pouring &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/hart-crane-hears-the-river">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Voices in the Ice</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For several years each February close to Valentine&#8217;s Day, our traveling poetry salon wrapped itself up in scarves and pulled on our boots for the sandy half mile trek out the Saugerties Lighthouse, where Patrick Landewe, the keeper, greeted us &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/icevoices">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Two Train Wrecks—Hayden Carruth&#8217;s and My Own</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I suppose that no subject is new if you have an encyclopedic knowledge of poetry, but I don&#8217;t, so I was tickled to find this poem by Hayden Carruth that linked us in an unusual way. Who knew others had &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/two-train-wrecks">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Five Occupy Poems by Mike Jurkovic</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hudson Valley poet Mike Jurkovic made repeated trips down to Occupy last autumn. Here&#8217;s his report in poems. Zuccotti Following the dispossessed, I never looked up at what blocked the sun from warming the rebel camp, The shadow of a &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/jurkovic-occupy">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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