The poet Esther Cameron adapts a classic poetry form for modern subject matter, with wit and insight.
The poet Esther Cameron adapts a classic poetry form for modern subject matter, with wit and insight.
. . . but on the other hand . . . Have you ever been stuck in one of those interminable meetings that seem to have no good purpose? “An Occasional Poem in Honor of D— W—” When will he stop? we all wondered. When will he at last withdraw? After our nerves have been sundered And after our patience is gone? The future is but shadowy stuff, But we agree it can’t get here soon enough! Did you ever notice how some signs are…
Memorial Day has come and gone, but we remember those who gave the last full measure of devotion on behalf of America. Inspired by those memories, this week’s Update includes two poems that would not be were it not for those who died fighting WWI. In 1915 the London Spectator published “In Flanders Fields,” written by Major John McCrae, a surgeon attached to Canada’s 1st Field Artillery Brigade. Its closing isn’t what one might expect from a combat surgeon, especially when viewed through lenses created…
I’m back and I’ve decided to drop the “Weekly” from the post’s title. At least until I hit a good, say, three months of regular weekly updates. Without further ado, here’s a few links for the fiction and poetry fans visiting the American Culture. To start things off, a few literary quotes concerning education: “Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,” the Mock Turtle replied; “and then the different branches of Arithmetic–Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.” - Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventure’s in Wonderland “At…
“In other countries, art and literature are left to a lot of shabby bums living in attics and feeding on booze and spaghetti, but in America the successful writer or picture-painter is indistinguishable from any other decent business man; and I, for one, am only too glad that the man who has the rare skill to season his message with interesting reading matter and who shows both purpose and pep in handling his literary wares has a chance to drag down his fifty thousand bucks…
Rather than a scold, Eliot, as noted previously, was mainly concerned about the moral imagination, Irish philosopher Edmund Burke’s concept that poetry and art conveying ethical views are uniquely capable of transcending both the private experiences of the artist and the specific events of his time.
Upon picking up Miss Lonelyhearts and The Day of the Locust by Nathanael West, this week’s update was to focus on short fiction set in Hollywood. Unfortunately, the search for stories available online bared little fruit. The best I can offer is a brief article from The Forward, reviewing the West’s novels. There’s also a Vanity Fair article about John Hughes’ “very, very short fiction”, a few words of wisdom from L. Jagi Lamplighter in “Wright’s Writing Corner”, and various links to stories, reviews, and articles from…
In June of 2009, Pres. Obama terminated the President’s Council on Bioethics, a commission created by Pres. Bush to advise the administration on cloning, embryonic stem cell research, and other controversial subjects on which passions run high. Dr. Leon Kass was tagged by Pres. Bush to helm his newly minted Council on Bioethics. Dr. Kass created some controversy with the readings provided to those attending the Council’s first meeting. He drew on literary, philosophical, and theological sources to inform the Council’s discussion. Some, who only wanted discuss…
Another week, another passel of links into the wide, wide world of wondrous word-smithery. This week closes out with a bit of verse from Gerard Manley Hopkins, who was born on July 28, 1844. Short Fiction: “The Doors” by E.B. White When Jane Met Rochester – A scene from Libby Sternberg’s soon to be released novel Sloane Hall The Sisters of the Sacred Heart Criticism and Commentary: The Real Carver: Expansive or Minimal? “The Designs of E.B. White” by Gerald Weales What is Art? A Fish Studying Water –…
Patience is something that’s practically unheard of these days. I worry that, like a vestigial limb, it has almost completely atrophied in modern society. But I confess: my stubborn heart, like Ray’s before mine, has been captured. I’m not a natural. No one would confuse me for being graceful. And I can’t say I’m particularly disciplined. But I’m patient. And, through providence, I have the best teacher a person could ask for.
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