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The Temptations sing 'Some Enchanted Evening' and you can read along with an annotated lyric sheet

A certain esteemed professor requires that those enrolled in his poetry workshop meet with him in his downtown studio apartment, right off Washington Square.

With the creation of one of the high achievements of mankind, Twin Peaks, David Lynch made a world so ecstatic it demanded its own reality. I've been really thinking about Julee Cruise and Twin Peaks SO MUCH lately. What makes it so good? Where did this music come from? Who is Julee Cruise *really*!?

I'm planning on doing another entry today about Grossman, but I'm at work and I forgot my copy of Singer. In the meantime, I wanted to share a BBC series that is available on YouTube. A professor I know shared this with me, after I shared a link to Simon Schama's Power of Art episode on Rembrandt. I'm sharing this video (and my e-mail response to that professor) in an attempt to balance my Grossman post from last week, lest you think I'm only a cranky traditionalist. First, the video... And my email response to this professor... an interesting set of videos. though i'm not sure i'd start where scruton starts: art being buffeted on two sides by the cult of ugliness and the cult of utility. i think that's [...]

Bianca Stone's Poetry Comic

‘Crusoe in England’ was first published in The New Yorker in 1971, then later collected in ‘Geography III,’ perhaps Bishop’s finest single volume of poems. (Only recently I discovered the title of which was suggested to her by John Ashbery. He had found a little geography textbook of the eponymous name, and sent it to her, thinking she’d rather enjoy it. Turns out, she did.)

In honor of the 400th anniversary of Caravaggio's death, the Scuderie del Quirinale in Rome is hosting the most major exhibition of his work in, well,—ever.

where the heavens are shallow as the sea

[Poem of the Week: 3/5/2010]

THE WAY THINGS WORK

When you drive south through Big Sur, you must stop and see the elephant seals at Piedras Blancas. There were huge males on the beach on Tuesday, maybe 15 feet long, with doe-like black eyes and crumpled snouts that look like a baby bird has perched on their faces.

(Disclaimer: Ok, yes. This is a post about pens. But bear with me—I actually do have an idea here.)

[Link: Poetry Podcast]

We recent poets have two great tools at our disposal: freedom of poetic license, and freedom of publishing. Generally, we can say whatever we want, and get a significant number of people to hear what we have to say. The question is whether this freedom has led to better poetry or degeneration. Perhaps that’s not the best way to put it. The question should be, even if somebody is doing something amazing and new in poetry, would we even see it? Will we travel all this way to find that we really did need the gatekeepers of poetry??