Ron Slate's blog
on Theories of Falling, poems by Sandra Beasley (New Issues Poetry & Prose)
“What we call Life is the scattered attempt to get even with those who ‘misunderstood’ us in childhood,” scribbled Ned Rorem in his diary, published as An Absolute Gift.
on Posthumous Keats, a “personal biography” by Stanley Plumly (Norton)
“Every modern poet is obliged to have a view of Keats, as if he were part of the competition,” Clive James proclaims. Although he doesn't give us a clear reason as to why this is so, the assessment sticks.