National Poetry Month has come and gone. If you happen to live in a place that flourishes with poetry events, it’s like Christmas all over again; if poetry is pretty sparse in your community, not much happens. But it seems that wherever you may live, the spoken word gets out, as it always has. Through … Continue reading POETS AS WITNESS: WAR AND WOMEN’S RIGHTS
I’m taking a mini-course on the Harlem Renaissance at the College of St. Rose. Taught by the brilliant Mark Ledbetter, it seems that our conversation often drifts away from the subject but inevitably flows back to where we began in perfect asymmetry. His particular form of magic. The search for identity kept creeping back into … Continue reading An American Story
I just finished reading Patti Smith’s memoir, Just Kids. It is the story of her relationship with Robert Mapplethorpe in the time of a burgeoning New York City art scene of the 1960s and 70s. They WERE kids who arrived in New York with nothing but their determination to be artists. They wandered into one … Continue reading Genius Clusters?
Every family has its characters, its heroes who strike a chord we can connect to, laugh about, wonder how they ever had chutzpah to do this or that. Aunt Lucy, who was institutionalized for eccentric behavior like dancing in the street; Uncle George who vanished under questionable circumstances; the family pariah, Richard, who needed to … Continue reading PATERNAL NOCTURNE, A LOOK BACK TO GO FORWARD