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Red Herrings About Read Herrings
Call me biased, but even if I did not know where this young man’s genetics came from, I would, as I do, find this utterly fascinating and invigorating. Such thoughts I find flat out exciting.
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The Joys of Thumb Wrestling, and other unnecessary toys
Okay, okay, I am still not ready to say anything more about creative genius or where it comes from. Not only was I having a hard time finding the William Stafford quotes I was looking for, but I’ve been working a long weekend, with weird swingy shifts that make me want to pull my hair…
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Now for Something Completely Different: The Log Ride
I promised we’d continue talking about creative genius, this time with a few words about and by one of my heroes, poet William Stafford. But there is this thing called life which includes a pesky work schedule, and routine interruptions like groceries and doctor’s visits, so to keep you from being bored, and giving up…
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Going Outside of Ourselves for Genius; Who is the Muse?
“I’m listening to my muse;” or after being complimented for a stroke of genius in her work, a poet has sometimes been known to say something like this, “It just came to me from somewhere; the poem almost wrote itself.” Are these ideas contradictory to the spirit of this modern age of enlightenment we find ourselves…
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Look! It’s Working! It’s Magic! – Dad and another one of his stupid puns
Jon, Micah and I went for a stroll down by the river last Monday so I could show them the new River Walk in Sunbury, and the amphitheater where I read poetry with the poetesses for the peoples. But the dam had been deflated. No, you read that correctly–deflated. We have, I am told,…
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Blog Dude, Bloopers and Spaghetti
So recently Micah and I were looking at some of the blooper reel out takes from my National Poetry Month videos, and I thought it would be fun to post for you the blooper from my reading of Stevie Smith’s poem, “Our Bog is Dood.” The poem is so surreal, and yet so real, and…
