Let Poetry Die (and be reborn again, outside academia)

So argues a New England poet: I love poetry. But as far as the public is concerned, poetry died with the modernists. No poets ever filled their shoes. And though there remain a number of minor masters and one hit wonders, few passing pedestrians could name a poet from the last 50 to 60 yearsContinue reading “Let Poetry Die (and be reborn again, outside academia)”

Only Russians can still write love poetry

So says, in effect, Vera Pavlova: Multiplying in a column M by F by Vera Pavlova Multiplying in a column M by F do we get one or two as a result? May the body stay glued to the soul, may the soul fear the body. Do I ask too much? I only wish   theContinue reading “Only Russians can still write love poetry”