Reading “The Snow Man,” by Wallace Stevens

The phenomenon of Pennsylvania-born Wallace Stevens gives a guy like me hope. There was a day when great writers had post-university careers outside of the literary and academic fields. William Carlos Williams was a pediatrician, T.S. Eliot, a banker, and even more hopeful for me, Philip Larkin was a Librarian! In this current literary climate where the…

“The Naming of Cats,” Happy Belated Birthday to T. S. Elliot

Yes, you’ve heard me, when complaining about some of the annoying, pretentious, overly intellectual and philosophical self-important things written in and about poetry today, “I blame Elliot.” But please do not think I am all black and white about these things. I love Poe, but I hate his poem, “The Bells.” I enjoy Bukowski and…