Youmans (pronounced like 'yeoman' with an 's' added) is the best-kept secret among contemporary American writers. --John Wilson, editor, Books and Culture

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Glancing down from the book heap--

I must finish reading some books for a phone conference in the morning, plus I have a ferrying job today, so . . . frolic as you like, here or elsewhere! Soon I will do a post on the recommended new(ish) poetry books, so if you have something to add, please add a book. I am surprised by how many people have popped by to read this piece, and am wondering if that is simply because I mentioned a controversy (Giraldi-Ohlin), or whether people relish the idea of turning their backs on things they are "supposed" to do and following the muse through "hollow lands and hilly lands." Perhaps both.

Postscript: Poet Luisa Igloria wrote one of her daily poems in response to yesterday's The gulf of night...

Post-postscript: You know that business about the roaming balrogs in the comments header? They're getting quite fat.

1 comment:

Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.