I believe in full rights for human beings without distinction of race or sex. At the same time I hesitate to say anything concerning women’s rights because most women in the United States are so narrow that anything I should say would be misinterpreted.
For her, I have been silent in pain—for her I have labored, and wept; for her, I have died, for my heart is dead within me.
One major obstacle prevents me from diagramming my favorite tweets so as to admire their structure: I don’t know what to do with the hashtags. How do I begin to approach, for example, the unsubtle irony of “#RIPNelsonMandela shawshank redemptionis my favourite movie”?
The next issue of Gemini (the new magazine) in May will carry three poems by Ted and a story and book review by me, and I think Granta may well produce us both. We do love to appear together…
I can’t tell you, or can tell you only with awkward brevity, how your essay has moved and pleased me.
But you are a poet and need not go into the fields to bring back flowers. Don’t complain about not having learned. There is nothing to know.
Enter the double: the curated profile, the version of you that bears all your identifying information—name, clothes, job, appearance, place of birth—but whose social grace is impeccable, whose interests are noble and fascinating, whose biography is impressive yet humbly presented, whose comments are edited for maximum wit.
Yes, I’ll admit nine acts and two evenings do sound a bit impractical but I don’t think they will be. I need a producer with courage, not necessarily one with much money.
Berl’s Poetry Shop located in Dumbo has emerged from nowhere it seems to become one of the most exciting venues for poetry in New York City. No easy feat considering the long-standing wealth of options. Owned and operated by poets Jared White and Farrah Field, Berl’s features an exhaustive inventory of poetry titles and chapbooks from small presses and independent publishers…
With all my skepticism, for all my self-analysis, I’m in love. I need it as a thirsty man needs water. And I know it’s poison.
