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Eating Crow
As Bob Dylan might have put it, crow is my cup of meat. Back on January 16, 2009 I put up a rambling post, toward the end of which I asked this question: “Whatever happened to Floyce Alexander, whose excellent poems I still read but whose voice—so intense and so distinctive—seems to have gone silent?” Well, as is often the case, it was I who had gone deaf; Floyce had been publishing (a bit sparingly, it’s true), but I had simply lost track of him.Read More
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Tom Clark Contemplates Bobby Dylan
Just wanted to recommend this recent poetic post by the steadily amazing Tom Clark. Read More
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I Can’t Help It—This Just Cheered Me Up…