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 [...]
Homo Moronus: Institutionalizing Ignorance One Voucher at a Time
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 [...]
