“Stop all the clocks, my ass — where you goin’?”
At first I thought this Guardian story was titled “Hail Auden: [New] York cabbies to recite poet’s work.” Although I realized my error right away, my brain felt funny for hours afterward.
At first I thought this Guardian story was titled “Hail Auden: [New] York cabbies to recite poet’s work.” Although I realized my error right away, my brain felt funny for hours afterward.
John Freeman writes beautifully about the savage genius of Frederick Seidel, whose Ooga Booga is a poetry collection to savor.
“Global warming” sounds too “cozy and comfortable,” says NASA’s Drew Shindell. “Climate meltdown” is more like it.
But Is It Censorship?: Marie Mutsuki Mockett reacts to news that a book about Princess Masako, and her troubles in the Japanese Royal Family, won’t be published in Japan.
Jenny Diski posts the introduction to On Trying to Keep Still, which breaks open the “mad, skittering nothingness” that often accompanies solitude.