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Why does a poet do what he does, and how does he do it? These questions are explored. No self-respecting library should be without 'Poetry In Person,' edited by Alexander Neubauer.
The essays characteristically say exactly what the media fail to say. They explore where the media leave off. And they show us why we can't depend on the mainstream media for our understanding of our own collective life.
They have gotten away with scape-goating Washington for a long time, as the last elections showed, but New York State, which has the highest property taxes in the country.
It testifies to the fact that war is not there, it is everywhere, and everyone is affected, because we are all in it together. These memorable poems tell us more about war than the news.
'Adeline Compton,' a moving poem set to music, is prize-winning poet Djelloul Marbrook's homage to a memorable English girl who used to serve him air tea in painted tin cups in a gazebo in their boarding school many years ago.
The poet argues that the criticism of put-down or getting over on someone reflects a society that reduces everything to winning and losing, a gaming society, and therefore an inherently immature society.
Like Anne of Green Gables, I have always had an exquisite compulsion to say the one thing nobody wants to hear at the very moment they least want to hear it. It has complicated my life to no end, but it has also produced immeasurable riches.
A hornswoggling press has helped elect hornswoggling politicians who blame Washington for everything when they know damned well they could have reduced our taxes by giving us honest and efficient government at home.
The media do not reflect our culture, they reflect themselves. Try this experiment. Pretend all your television news channels are off the air for three days. Afterwards ask yourself if you feel more peaceful, a bit less anxious.
A society that defines danger as violent criminals within and ideological enemies without is an essentially adolescent society. The real danger to us comes from our artists and writers, and it is as heaven-sent as angels.