Posts Tagged: death
My Body / Your Body: Emily O’Neill’s Pelican
Emily O’Neill’s Pelican is a thing of beauty. I’m talking both about the book as a physical object and the poems contained in it. Here’s the cover:
My Body / Your Body: Emily O’Neill’s Pelican
Emily O’Neill’s Pelican is a thing of beauty. I’m talking both about the book as a physical object and the poems contained in it. Here’s the cover:
Personal Psychopomp: Goethe’s “Erl-King”
While Halloween was not part of my growing-up experience, I’ve always associated the story of the Erl King with that time of year. I don’t recall when I was first introduced to this ghostly tale, it must have been fairly
Personal Psychopomp: Goethe’s “Erl-King”
While Halloween was not part of my growing-up experience, I’ve always associated the story of the Erl King with that time of year. I don’t recall when I was first introduced to this ghostly tale, it must have been fairly
Cranioklepty (Grave-robbing for Profit and Pleasure)
I stumbled across this little gem a few days ago, and just had to have it. Conveniently, it was on sale for a quarter, but I would have happily paid more for it. Cranioklepty, if you hadn’t already guessed, the
Cranioklepty (Grave-robbing for Profit and Pleasure)
I stumbled across this little gem a few days ago, and just had to have it. Conveniently, it was on sale for a quarter, but I would have happily paid more for it. Cranioklepty, if you hadn’t already guessed, the
child made of sand (thomas lux)
(poet thomas lux) the second book i read / pondered during my trip back to mississippi was the advance reading copy of thomas lux’s child made of sand. first off, it’s a handsome book: a lovely yellow / red /
child made of sand (thomas lux)
(poet thomas lux) the second book i read / pondered during my trip back to mississippi was the advance reading copy of thomas lux’s child made of sand. first off, it’s a handsome book: a lovely yellow / red /
loving, living, party going, part 2 (henry green)
like loving, party going has a recurring bird theme. where in loving it is a peacock that is strangled and whose corpse reappears several times through the novel, in party going it is a pigeon which in contrast dies of
loving, living, party going, part 2 (henry green)
like loving, party going has a recurring bird theme. where in loving it is a peacock that is strangled and whose corpse reappears several times through the novel, in party going it is a pigeon which in contrast dies of
the curious life of the dead (stiff)
so i’ve been parallel-reading howards end and stiff. since the semester starts again today, i wanted to tell you about stiff before the madness of school catches up with me. stiff was a spontaneous gift from a friend of
the curious life of the dead (stiff)
so i’ve been parallel-reading howards end and stiff. since the semester starts again today, i wanted to tell you about stiff before the madness of school catches up with me. stiff was a spontaneous gift from a friend of
if only i were a whale (charlotte stieglitz)
i hardly ever read in german these days, but i just picked up a nice, pale linden green volume titled charlotte stieglitz – gedichte und briefe (edited by franz josef görtz) – poems and letters by charlotte stieglitz. i must have
if only i were a whale (charlotte stieglitz)
i hardly ever read in german these days, but i just picked up a nice, pale linden green volume titled charlotte stieglitz – gedichte und briefe (edited by franz josef görtz) – poems and letters by charlotte stieglitz. i must have
the last taboo? (daughter buffalo)
so this is what i am currently reading. janet frame’s daughter buffalo. it’s been on my list of books to read for a while now, – about ten years ago i “discovered” frame for myself, when i found one of
the last taboo? (daughter buffalo)
so this is what i am currently reading. janet frame’s daughter buffalo. it’s been on my list of books to read for a while now, – about ten years ago i “discovered” frame for myself, when i found one of
poems on death, no.1
my grandmother passed away last night. what better time to reflect on death. there is a small number of powerful poems that have really touched me, on the subject. here is one of them: W. H. Auden From Twelve Songs,
poems on death, no.1
my grandmother passed away last night. what better time to reflect on death. there is a small number of powerful poems that have really touched me, on the subject. here is one of them: W. H. Auden From Twelve Songs,
