Monthly Archives: August 2014

“Tonight the windows hold all light inside: they fold it back on walls…

. . . and spill gold over things that tell us who we are.”  This is from “Learning the Language”  by Henry Taylor. It’s a beautifully constructed poem that follows strict rules of rhyme and meter. When he won the Pulitzer Prize … Continue reading

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“A dysfunctional family is any family with more than one person in it.”

In the tenth anniversary edition of  the memoir The Liar’s Club, Mary Karr writes, “Just as the novel form once took up experiences of urban industrialized society that weren’t being addressed in sermons or epistles or epic poems, so memoir — … Continue reading

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“Till this moment, I never knew myself.”

When Pride and Prejudice turned 200 years old last year, the Guardian ran a wonderful collection of short pieces about the main characters by a variety of writers, who said the sorts of thing that literary people say when they are … Continue reading

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“Give the buried flower a dream.”

“Danger” might not be the first word that comes to mind when thinking of Robert Frost. And yet, look at what he says in this article: “If poetry isn’t understanding all, the whole word, then it isn’t worth anything. Young … Continue reading

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