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Tenure Perches in the Soul

I. “Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune–without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, And […]

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“It contains us.” Setting Poetry’s Course in Tranströmer

[This piece began as an email between its author and Indiana Poet Laureate Karen Kovacik but grew deeper out of a discussion with Errant contributor Eric Sargent.  I have stolen freely from Mr. Sargent.  That’s what he gets for not writing it himself.] Tomas Tranströmer’s “After a Death” seems a poem written to universalize a […]

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Homo Moronus: Institutionalizing Ignorance One Voucher at a Time

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Michael Dirda, book reviewer extraordinaire, opens his essay review on Jenny Uglow’s “The Lunar Men: Five Friends Whose Curiosity Changed the World” this way: “In the time of the Lunar men science and art were not separated: you could be an inventor and designer, an experimenter and a poet, a dreamer and an entrepreneur all […]

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Proving the Need to Resist Government by Shadows

Last night on Interchange I talked with Scott Horton of Harper’s Magazine about government secrecy–more specifically the secrecy of “dark […]

A Nothing More Blank

Stevens and Frost “The Snow Man” by Wallace Stevens One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost […]

A Discernment: Frost or Stevens

To ask the question concerning he daemon is to seek an origin of inspiration. Whereas Robert Frost is possessed by […]

**UPDATED**In Contradiction Against Itself: The CIA and The Government

UPDATED: 5/21 [I’ve added one example of Slahi’s book as an illustration of the Report on Torture–there are many others […]

If You Really Want to Know the Truth: Salinger’s Influence on Mohamedou Ould Slahi

I am reading Mohamedou Ould Slahi’s Guantánamo Diary. Well, actually, listening to it. You can find out a lot about […]

Druid Hill, 1969

I’ve known Dean Smith for over twenty years. Dean gave me his book of poetry American Boy upon its being […]