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Literature Poetry

Meditations in a Green Shade

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Literature Poetry Psychoanalysis

“The Dybbuk” and “The Whole Shebang”

It’s not every month that a poet—let alone a simple versifier like yours truly—gets to see his work in print in not one, but two major journals of thought. Yet this is the precisely the catbird seat on which I have alighted. The May 29 issue of The New York Review of Books carries “The […]

“The Dybbuk” and “The Whole Shebang”
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Classics Poetry

Carole King’s Tapestry

https://wp.me/p8TGUc-m7S

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Poetry Psychoanalysis

Repression and Transgression

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Film Literature Poetry

Brilliant Film then read Andrew Motion’s Biography of Keats

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Literature Poetry

Impressions jardin II

Je croyais l’arbre de Judée mort mais il se réveille… Le liquidambar affiche son vert tendre de printemps…Je l ai planté il y a dix ans ( il faisait deux mètres)…Il en fait plus de huit… Et le rosier grimpant Louis de Funès est bien prometteur… Le thym se multiplie partout… Bref..On dirait le sud […]

Impressions jardin II
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Literature Poetry Psychoanalysis

Kazimiera Iłłakowiczówna and the Light of Childhood

I’ve let many weeks slip by without posting here, but that doesn’t mean I’ve been idle. What I wouldn’t give for a stretch of idleness just about now… Teaching at the University of Tulsa has been wonderfully rewarding and inspiring, but between preparations for class, childcare, and an occasional conference—even an energizing one, like the […]

Kazimiera Iłłakowiczówna and the Light of Childhood
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Art and Photographic History Poetry

Jewish Life under Soviet Rule

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Poetry Psychoanalysis

Simple and Soothing

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Classics Literature Poetry

Où sont les enfants?

Maison et jardin vivent encore je le sais, mais qu’importe si la magie les a quittés, si le secret est perdu qui ouvrait, -lumière, odeurs, harmonie d’arbres et d’oiseaux, murmure de voix humaines qu’a déjà suspendu la mort, – un monde dont j’ai cessé d’être digne ?. Il arrivait qu’un livre, ouvert sur le dallage […]

Où sont les enfants?