
I have nothing to say today, or nothing specific, only miscellany, no fashion thing has occurred to me. Here you have an image of Ferula scorodosma, the plant whose dried sap is used to make asafoetida, a rather pungent spice.
Ashbery’s translation is the best we have in English so far.
The poetry lesson is that poetry is a practice.
All acts of observation are partial and reveal as much about the observer as the observed.
Alfred Corn’s play gives us an inner portrait of Robert Lowell that is not found in either the biography or the poetry itself.
[What do animals dream?]
[In a Familiar City]
[Blue Note]
[Known Quantity]
[Love-Busker]
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