Rowdy…robust…r.i.p. … poet John Hollander

Well, John Hollander couldn't live forever, could he? I thought he might. His poetry's  so rowdy and so robust that I figured, if the Grim Reaper showed up at his door, Hollander would tell him to #$%&@ off, and the Reaper would have to listen. Alas, that didn't happen. The New York Times reported the … Continue reading Rowdy…robust…r.i.p. … poet John Hollander

Happiness for $10.99

What’s the definition of happiness? Driving home from Vegas this weekend, I realized that Sin City thinks it has some answers to that question. You start seeing them when you’re still miles out from the Strip, weaving through the desert on Interstate 15. One billboard says, Gourmet meal  $10.99 with a picture of a lobster … Continue reading Happiness for $10.99

Mystic moments: Taliban poetry and more

What's the purpose of poetry? A news story made me think about that question again. It also made me take a fairly recent book down from my shelf that I haven't looked at in a while, Poetry of the Taliban, edited by Alex Strick Van Linschoten and Felix Kuehn (Columbia University Press). The Times of … Continue reading Mystic moments: Taliban poetry and more