poetry

I had such a nourishing weekend. I read Ray Bradbury's short stories, worked on my upcoming episode about Babette's Feast , made cottage che...

I am scared of this grief. I feel like I am dying of grief. I miss my mother and father so much. There was a family of deer in the yard at d...

"Why I Remember (Each Day of Summer)" by Dagmar Zuniga if only you could see how heaven pulls earth into its arms and how infinitely the hea...

It was a good mail day. My Criterion Collection blu-rays for Birth , Testament , and All That Heaven Allows arrived! Birth is one of my all-...

Helen Vendler teaching a W.B. Yeats poem at Harvard "Labour is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul, Nor bea...

The Mouth Agape (Maurice Pialat, 1974) Can a film be a prophecy? A premonition? Can it know something about our lives before we even live it...

It's been warm lately. I can feel spring approaching. I've been sitting outside on the front porch more, gazing at the clouds and listening ...

These images are from Roberto Rossellini's The Flowers of St. Francis (1950). I love how it shows St. Francis with the trees, the flowers, a...

"What is Poetry?" by Dana Gioia "I’ve had fun in life, but I’m not sure it was ever happiness, not ever a zephyr that lasted. You can have f...