Category Archives: Ephemera

Isabelle in the waterfall

A. Bartlett Giamatti on Baseball

Given the state of the Red Sox today (it cer­tainly frees up a lot of time for writ­ing and other things), this lit­tle piece of what feels like prose poetry seems right:

It breaks your heart. It is designed to …

Iceland

Ice­land

In a cof­fee den
tucked under the hill
mugs anchor, fin­gers
click click on shin­ing
Mac­Books.  Beyond
the iron door icy
flakes whirl above

cob­ble­stoned square,
small chil­dren spin,
then fall happy
in Octo­ber win­ter
lost and found
in the …

John Updike declines an invitation from my mother in 1978 to give a commencement speech and paints summer

 

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The Night Before Irene, Good Night Irene

Robert Frost on alternatives to being a poet

Noth­ing flat­ters me more than to have it assumed that I could write prose — unless it be to have it assumed that I once pitched a base­ball with distinction.”…

I feel an awful lot better

Conversation with a 3 Year Old

My very good friend and col­league Erin, some­where in the Inter­moun­tain West, has sent me this recent exchange with her daugh­ter — this kid (and Mom) are poets!

Maeve:  “How’s it going, mama?”

Me:  “Things are pretty good.  How are you

New Year’s on the Montreal Metro

I sim­ply couldn’t resist post­ing this cell-photo.…

William Carlos Williams on Poetry versus Prose

In response to a critic who asked:
’That looks like prose not poetry, what’s your dis­tinc­tion?‘
Williams said:
’It’s poetry because I say it’s poetry.’…