Monthly Archives: April 2011

More Rimbaud

Early in Patti Smith’s Just Kids I read, “My compatriot from college, Janet Hamill, bolstered my morale,” and I thought, “Hey, I’ve met Janet Hamill! She’s part of the Warwick Poetry Posse.” Now, to be fair, there is no Warwick … Continue reading

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Saul’s Gifts

(Written to honor the wedding of Elizabeth S. Bennett and Benjamin E. Ross on April 3, 2011) The brass klezmer music bounced off the brick walls of the old brass foundry transformed into a wedding hall as big as a … Continue reading

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Go Rimbaud!

I missed Rimbaud as a teen. Instead, I was fascinated by Norman Mailer, that pugnacious celebrity who’d written the Great World War II Novel fresh out of Harvard and then gone on to help invent New Journalism staring himself as … Continue reading

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Signs of Spring: The Slaughter

It rained last night, an observation that would have slipped my mind as readily as dreams do, if not for driving into town for a late morning breakfast. On the hundred yard stretch of road between the old reservoir and … Continue reading

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100 Poems in 100 Minutes

“100 Poems in 100 Minutes” struck me as the worst idea to come down the pike in a while. Poetry is not speed dating! I thundered to myself upon receiving the invitation. Poetry is true romance that slows down time … Continue reading

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“Hubcaps,” Ken Holland’s Prize Winning Short Story

I’ve known Ken Holland as a silver haired sophisticate, a friendly guy who finds his pleasures in sipping a fine scotch during a jazz set at the Village Vanguard or in listening to poetry at the Howland Cultural Center in … Continue reading

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Bird with an Attitude

I have a tin ear for birds. So I appreciate the dozen or two songsters so distinctive I can’t forget them. I’ll even take the phoebe that arrives on an early spring day along with the warmth and sunshine to … Continue reading

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