James Wright

Notes from A White Working Class That No Longer Exists (or what I have learned while being in the higher realms)

by Joe Weil Arts & Society
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I thought since I had to witness a whole bunch of snotty poets dissect the working class poets (or lack thereof) on a thread today, I’d have some fun and brand them as they brand folks like me.

Thanks, Mr. Divine Comedy: Gregory Orr and John Smith dual review

by Joe Weil Reviews & Interviews
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Both inhabit the same generational orbit: Nam, eastern spirituality mixed with a dose of overcoming the dark spots through mindfulness, meditation, a sometimes didactic sense of wisdom that would not be out of place at a weekend retreat on Rumi.

Georg Trakl in Plato’s Republic

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics
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Poetry, like music, like dance, might be defined as the precision of ecstasy, and the ecstasy of precision, an ecstatic precision, and measured ecstasy.

The Super Happy Fun Poem Challenge of the Day in Three Steps

by Sarah V. Schweig Poetry and Poetics
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1) Read the following poem by James Wright: Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio In the Shreve High football stadium, I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville, And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood, And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel, Dreaming of heroes. All the proud fathers […]