Tag: poetry

  • Sauce Castillo & The Mondegreen

    Nik Stauskas is still coming to terms with his new nickname — and how he got it.  The NBA rookie has gone from Sacramento Kings bench-warmer to full-on marketing sensation in a week, all because of a little misunderstanding. Kings coach George Karl put Stauskas into a game last week against the lowly Philadelphia 76ers.…

  • Underground Poems On A Rainy Day

    It’s a rainy Saturday and The Best American Poetry blog features a story on Boston introducing poetry into its mass transit system. Subway poetry isn’t new.  From the PERverse to the SUBverse, graffiti poetry has always lit up the underground.  Here in New York, “Poetry In Motion” is the formal approach powered by the Poetry…

  • “Live In The Layers”

    Stanley Kunitz published this poem when he was 73 years old: The Layers I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before…

  • A Search For Who To Learn From

    In the next to last poem he ever wrote, A Thanksgiving,  W.H. Auden pays homage to the voices without whom, he reckons, “I couldn’t have managed / even my weakest of lines.”  It’s quite a list:      – Hardy, Thomas and Frost, for inspiring his early adolescent verse      – Yeats and Graves for a young lover, discovering…

  • What Life Insurance Meant To McDonald’s, JC Penney & Stanford

    It’s that weird time of year when people seem to make financial plans.  Including life insurance?  Guess so, but is there really any time of year when people think about life insurance? Life insurance isn’t exactly top of mind; USA Today calls it “the most ignored in fianncial planning.”  Dare you to try and find a life insurance salesman under the…

  • Fathers’ Day Poem by Bob Hicok

    O my pa-pa By Bob Hicok Our fathers have formed a poetry workshop. They sit in a circle of disappointment over our fastballs and wives. We thought they didn’t read our stuff, whole anthologies of poems that begin, My father never, or those that end, and he was silent as a carp, or those with…

  • Poem By Kay Ryan

      The Best Of It   However carved up or pared down we get, we keep on making the best of it as though it doesn’t matter that our acre’s down to a square foot. As though our garden could be one bean and we’d rejoice if it flourishes, as though one bean could nourish…

  • Visiting Warby Parker

    Ten things I loved about my morning with Neil Blumenthal, co-founder of Warby Parker: – Old school train schedule board showing the day’s eye exam appointments, modeled on Philly’s Penn Station – The sign on the front of Warby Parker’s new Soho store: – Copies of Paris Review on the store’s waiting room coffee table, one…

  • “Two things of opposite natures seem to depend / On one another”

    I’ve probably learned as much about creativity + business from Wallace Stevens as I have from anyone… from Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction IV Two things of opposite natures seem to depend On one another, as a man depends On a woman, day on night, the imagined On the real. This is the origin of change. Winter and…

  • Poem By Charles Simic

      The Cold As if in a presence of an intelligence Concentrating. I thought myself Scrutinized and measured closely By the sky and the earth, And then algebraized and entered In a notebook page blank and white, Except for the faint blue lines Which might have been bars, For I kept walking and walking, And…