Had a great time at the East Greenbush library last night discussing poems by Emily Dickenson and a little bit of Wallace Stevens. What a joy to have a real conversation and study of some superbly crafted poems. This is a view of the papers I came home with. I really need to get a collected works of Stevens. Next week: Robert Frost.
And PS: I’m listening to American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I’d started to read it before but it just didn’t click with me. This time I took a chance on the 10th anniversary audio version with multiple actors (including the author) and it’s great. Could be helped by the recent reading/listening to Norse Mythology so I’m more up to snuff on what’s going on. Just saying. Also, it’s chock full of great quotables like this:
If Hell is other people, thought Shadow, then Purgatory is airports.
I got to tell you, you don’t look too bright. I got a son, stupid as a man who bought his stupid at a two-for-one sale, and you remind me of him.
That is a quote worth saving! Reminds me of “I never get into a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent.”