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Monthly Archives: July 2025
Until We Are They?
“The evolution of language always encounters resistance, and sometimes outrage.” (John McWhorter) A poem by Danez Smith in Poetry, July-August 2025, titled “They/Them” should be read whole but, to be brief, starts: said short: i feel more like a stud. … Continue reading
‘Deep Blue Scrap of Lie’
There’s a cleanly spoken, elegant poem in Poetry, May 2025, that lingers in the mind’s eye. It’s called “Infinity Pool” by Vona Groarke. You flirt with an arresting occurrence in the liminal paralysis of semi-sleep. It nags. If not worded … Continue reading
Untie These Hidebound Eyes, Unbind These Hogtied Hands
Jason Farago-rhymes-with-Chicago writes a deep, reflective appreciation of Cézanne’s work, calling Cézanne the first painter he ever loved. BC*: For six centuries, ever since some scientifically minded Florentines had developed rules of perspective that made art look more like life, … Continue reading
Eric’s Song: Triolet La-La-La
“I have never been more proud of our company. Our portfolio is operating flawlessly, and 2025 will mark the strongest year in the remarkable history of the Trump Organization.”(Eric Trump) Papa got his swerve on.(Mojo Monkeys) A Congress cowed and … Continue reading
Death in Venice: Triolet
The problem with the world is there’s only one of it. If something goes wrong there isn’t a backup. It just grinds on, full of the error. (Luke Allan) A An Amazon swamps Venice’s lagoon.B The world, it just grinds … Continue reading
‘Technically God Isn’t a “Him”’
‘*Technically God isn’t a “him.” But the English language doesn’t provide a suitable singular, non-gender term for us to use (“it” implies an object or non-sentient being).’ (Mitch Teemley) Mitch Teemley’s observation touches usefully upon the volatile topic of “they” … Continue reading
Guide for the Perplexed
“… When I don’t know what to do next, I tend to throw everything at it, be as expressive or as minimalist or as detailed as I can, reach for bright colours or keep it monochrome, look intensely or scribble … Continue reading
‘I Came Into the World Very Young’
I discovered Satie long ago through Gymnopédies and Gnossiennes, and liked the music immediately. I thought of him as a “minor” composer, and I was drawn to perceived niche tastes. I crave even now the unmoored feeling that his music … Continue reading →