Sharing the poetry love
T.S. Eliot might have said April is the cruelest month in "The Waste Land," but I personally have a fondness for the first full month of spring.
This is what we’re reading. Including you.
T.S. Eliot might have said April is the cruelest month in "The Waste Land," but I personally have a fondness for the first full month of spring.
Wake-up Call! All the books on my nightstand have had it with my lackadaisical attitude.
I'm reading Style: Towards Clarity and Grace by Joseph M. Williams.
I'm still mulling over the bravery of Will Eno's play "The Flu Season," which I read a few weeks ago. It has flitted about the edges of my mind since.
I recently purchased The Art of Happiness (by the Dalai Lama) at a tiny local used bookstore after watching an older man have an unemployment-related breakdown at the cash register because the manager would not give him a job application.
I recently read This Is Your Brain on Music: The Science of a Human Obsession by Daniel J. Levitin.
Just finished Midnight Picnic by Nick Antosca...in the middle of Walt Disney: Triumph of the American Imagination by Neal Gabler (fascinating tale about one ambitious fellow...unfortunately, the story's often about business, with many numbers crunched).
As a teacher, I reserve the right to read great kiddie and YA literature, so...
"The world was not waiting for a telephone," begins Eula Biss in her striking essay "Time and Distance Overcome."
Some books I read recently are The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke, and...