Baltimore native, Poet Adrienne Rich, has died. I have her book, Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law: Poems 1954-1962. It was one of many things given to me by my grandmother — long before she passed. The copy she left me (a collectible) was not read but boxed away for when I …
I’ve drifted to sleep this week to Ken Burns, The Civil War. The photos gave me pause. We killed each other well, we did. On a somewhat related note, this is our National Poetry Month, and this is a brief note on a poem. Christmas Bells was a Civil War …
Sifting through a 2006 David Foster Wallace essay on Roger Federer in NYT Play, Federer as Religious Experience, I realize that this internet is good for some things. Recently finding old David Foster Wallace pieces is one of those things. I can come to no conclusion as to the benefits, …
