The narrow sidewalks push their black iron batons up out of the ground to protect the buildings hemming them; the rain turns the cobblestones to…
View More A Backward Glance on rue de VarenneTag: American poets
I did my undergraduate degree at Vermont College in poetry, my exploration there of the genre of writing satisfying, particularly all the knowledge I gained about American poets I write about on The Diary of an Improvateur.
Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote “There Isn’t a Train I Wouldn’t Take.” I share her love of riding the rails and during one trek to Croton-on-Hudson, I pay homage to the poet who met her husband Eugen there one fateful summer. One of my favorite cultural institutions in New York City is the Morgan Library & Museum. One bitter January night, I made my way there to hear Paul Auster speak about the influence Edgar Allan Poe had had on his writing. It was worth the effort even in the brutal cold.
Frank O’Hara was a prolific poet and I delve into his mid-century era in a post celebrating furniture inspired by that time. The New York School of Poets, of which he was a member, were important figures in the development of a poetry that is uniquely American. I present so many other poets here on the blog so I hope you’ll stop by and enjoy the ways in which I present them.
Touching Literary History
I will once again be touching literary history soon, as the Beinecke Rare Book & Manuscript Library at Yale University reopened yesterday following a 16-month…
View More Touching Literary HistoryFind Your Red Carpet Style
“Find Your Red Carpet Style,” urged Currey & Company’s Brand Ambassador Denise McGaha during a presentation in the company’s Manhattan showroom last week. The point…
View More Find Your Red Carpet StyleGod’s Articulate Finger
Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel In this last entry of the year, I wanted to share a piece of my own creative writing to say…
View More God’s Articulate FingerThe Tides In Our Veins
The Tides in Our Veins One of the most evocative trips I can remember taking as a young woman was a four-day escapade to Carmel,…
View More The Tides In Our VeinsThe End of an Era
Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern. A voiceover of Don Draper reciting…
View More The End of an EraLove Among the Ruins
How would it feel to spend your life so absorbed by crumbling architecture and disintegrating stone you could bring them vibrantly back to life with…
View More Love Among the RuinsPoetry and Ceramics in Savona
The 16th-century poetry that sprung from Savona made a strong impression on Thomas William Parsons when he found verses inscribed on a statue of the Madonna near the…
View More Poetry and Ceramics in SavonaDream of Venice
When JoAnn Locktov asked me to contribute a poem to the book she was planning to publish in collaboration with photographer Charles Christopher, I didn’t…
View More Dream of VeniceRooms of Their Own
A private place in which to write… As someone whose life is spent working with words for at least a part of every day, I find…
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