Everyone always tells me I’m crazy. Everyone always says I do details. Everyone always says I start at square one—the hardest way possible. Everyone is wrong. I have met my match. I have more than met my match.
I am also very jealous, because it looks like a lot of fun. And she actually finished Click Here to continue reading.
Carrighfergus is poem of the week in honor of the man thatthe Silverware Thief’s takes care off.
We have highlighted a couple of poems by Mr. Dueck in our weekly feature. But of all of his poems, These Are The Earliest Days of Autumn is my favorite so far.
He actually posted this poem back in august, but I was waiting for a good essay to go along with it. I have given up on the waiting. The poem will just have to stand on its own.
This was originally going to be a response to a comment that Mr. Corbusier left on this post. But I got a little carried away so I decided to make it a post of its own.
Mr. Corbusier,
The quality of your response was far more than my off-the-cuff comment deserved. I only wish that I was Click Here to continue reading.
Most of us who run the Ethereal Voice are sick this week. So not with standing the Ape Man’s theories on the subject, we just don’t have the stamina for deep poetry. So this week we are going to read a good old-fashioned epic poem.
I had planned on writing something witty and profound this weekend. Somehow it had something to do with this picture, or I wouldn’t have taken it. But I have managed to completely forget what it was I had intended to write, so you all will have to make do with second rate material. Please excuse Click Here to continue reading.
The essay of the week brought to mind Robert Frost’s famous meditation on the end of the world.
While Corbusier and I have some similar criticisms of New Urbanism he takes issue with my statement that New Urbanism is doomed to failure. He argues that New Urbanism should be considered successful because of its commercial success. As he puts it…
Although I’ve expressed skepticism on some of the results promised by proponents of New Click Here to continue reading.
I’ve kind of been Absent Without Leave, haven’t I? Though I prefer to think of it as M.I.A. (Missing In Action), because just because I haven’t been writing doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing things and thinking things. I was doing so well, for a while there, keeping up on posting once a week. But Click Here to continue reading.
Every now and again, a poet will ask his audience for thoughts on his poem. This has always struck me as a vaguely indecent proposition. It’s rather as if someone stood before you fully clothed and asked for a commentary on their body. Technically all modesty is preserved, but it’s still a rather awkward request.
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