Sometimes when a poem gives birth to another poem, we honor the original poet in the title. It may even be titled the same but with “After Robert Frost,” or whomever, tagged on. Other times the new work calls for a different title altogether, but the original poet is recognized in an epigraph, a quote…
Tag: William Stafford
Foodie Friday with William Stafford
I don’t know why I haven’t thought of doing a Friday feature on food before. There must be a number of foodie poems out there to choose from, more than just about plums and apple picking. And who knows, maybe I’ll cook something worth sharing on here. It’s been a hobby of mine for ages…
“Walking with Your Eyes Shut,” by William Stafford
This week the wonderful poet Nickole Brown was asking folks on social media for short, creative nonfiction pieces about sound for a class she is teaching on defamiliarization. I admit, I missed the acronym, CNF and was, as usual, thinking of poetry. My mind went straight to a poem by William Stafford and my hands immediately reached…
1979 Footage of William Stafford in Scranton Resurfaces
Often YouTube is prone to fail for me when I get its automated suggestions of “videos to watch.” Yesterday it suggested some wonderful music tutorial videos from my sweetheart Brian from five years ago, while pushing a recent video of my friend and fellow poet Rachel Bunting’s tribute to Maxine Cumin, recently passed poetry legend,…
“Ask Me,” William Stafford, River Ice and Aunt Cathy
Brian and I drove an hour south to Harrisburg on Friday for a memorial service to celebrate the life of his beloved Aunt Cathy. Let me tell you that lady lived like she was living her life, present and all in. In a beautiful eulogy her sister recalled how she was not afraid to reinvent…
Philosophy and Poetry: “Table Talk,” by Billy Collins
There is so much I could say here in commentary. I could talk about how I really am uncomfortable with the lumping together of philosophers and poets. I am uncomfortable with modern philosopher-poets who attempt to either teach or impress me with their deep difficulty of thought. I could say how so much of it…
David J. Bauman 