First week draws to a close over at Modern Poetry, but the debates rage on regarding Emily Dickinson & Walt Whitman. Work had me fairly occupied both Saturday & Sunday, but I’d check my email from time to time to see what subscribed threads were pinging. Let’s put it this way, I unsubscribed to most of ‘em — these hardcore students could care if it is the weekend!
The last two hours have been spent perusing one of this weeks poets: William Carlos Williams. PennSound’s link offers a listen to Williams reading the assigned “Smell!” & “Danse Russee”.
“Danse Russee” has hit a rather personal nerve; feeling a great kinship to Dr. Williams. Not because I oft dance naked while the house sleeps, but because I understand his acknowledgement of life alone. Unlike Whitman, who embraces everything and sees connection with everyone, Williams understands that one’s place can divide one’s direction. He…
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