writing jobs at such companies as Control Data and Unisys.
his flowing grey hair, was a symbol of the 1960s and was friends with beat poets such as Allen Ginsberg, whose work he translated. Last year a collection of his correspondence with Hugo Claus in the 1950s was published.
I'd seen him winding up audiences from on stage--in squats and at colleges, in support to the fiery polemic of rock bands such as The Redskins and Poison Girls--with his own home-brewed brand of ‘ranting poetry'. It was hilarious. It was rapid-fire. It was male and brash and SHOUTED IN CAPITAL LETTERS.
said today the leader of the Burmese junta had rejected his initial request to meet jailed opposition leader Aung San Suu Kyi.
got the kind of news that usually prompts cheers and emotion-filled toasts. 
against all the allegations. She wrote why she dared not to hide her sexual relations, she said that she wrote her life's story, not others'.
to pillory readers for the pleasure they get from [Frederick] Seidel: it makes perfect sense that a poetry that prizes the same dialectic of exhibitionism and voyeurism that popular culture does would resonate with readers who don't read much other poetry. 
that looks out on a lot of green--a big maple, an old live oak, overgrown camellia, a big stand of black bamboo, overgrown weeds. Today all of it's blowing in the breeze.
one reason [James] Billington would call. She told [Carol] Adair that she did not want to do it. "I feel it's hard enough to represent myself," she says. "The idea of representing capital-P Poetry . . . It was a horrible thought. I'm not an ambassador." But the next morning she accepted. "I did that because Carol was sick. I told her all my reasons why I didn't want to do it, and she said, 'I understand, so do it for me.'"
famous single poem, the affectionate though disconcerting "A mia moglie" (To My Wife), in which he compares his wife with one female animal after another--a young hen, a pregnant heifer, a rangy bitch, a nervous rabbit, a swallow, an ant, and a bee: "E così nella pecchia/ti ritrovo, ed in tutte/le femmine di tutti/i sereni animali/che avvicinano a Dio;/e in nessun'altra donna"--in Hochfield and Nathan's translation: "And so I find you also/in the bee and in all/the females of all/the peaceful animals/who are near to God,/and in no other woman". Later he apparently regularly referred to his wife as an old hen, with no complimentary intent.
on the corner to buy the morning paper became a major undertaking for him: one slow, wobbly step after another, separated by long pauses, as if he were trying to remember what came next. We were all baffled and frightened by the change--he more than anyone--and yet he refused to let anyone go for him. He wanted so desperately to keep to his usual routine, to keep living, to keep death away.
adventure, and the reader is a fellow traveler as he or she follows the speaker to an unknown destination, whether it is running into a fight in "I'm Amazing, I'm a Fireman" or traveling through ducts filled with skeletons to deliver a message to the White House in "The Stuff of Gov't." The adventure and exploration motifs are even reflected in the section titles: "Amid Ocean," "Dry Land," "Hard Earth," and "Up and Away!"
on the local poetry scene for decades, issuing a chapbook here and there, composing commissioned poems for special occasions. Now, his work receives the treatment it deserves, with a four-decade retrospective, "My Name Is New Orleans: 40 Years of Poetry & Other Jazz" (Margaret Media, $19.95), from Mary Gehman's Donaldsonville publishing company.
the Program Era, it will not be the fault of the program, which is doing what it can to make literary experience relevant to a world that has many other things to attend to," he observes. "In the meantime, it has bequeathed to us more interesting reading than one person could do in a lifetime."
that should be known about Pakistan is that we missed our Millennium Goals to eradicate polio because we cannot refrigerate the vaccines long enough to administer them because of the lack of electricity. This is a nuclear country that cannot run a refrigerator. When you're giving Pakistan billions and trillions and scrillions of dollars, you've got to be aware of where that money is going.
A poem, if it's working well, if it's good poem, is able to take us inside someone else's skin so convincingly that it turns out we're not really separate from the speaker at all. It becomes our own experience.
Dad was mending a plug when suddenly he fell, seemingly in slow motion, and started writhing around making these terrible noises. It went on and on: we didn't know what to do . . . and then he was just lying there: this great, god-like figure on the floor, amid this scene of total devastation. I'd thought he was invincible. And I'd just started to rebel against him; we'd only just begun to argue ..."
get her bearings. The voice, which she qualifies as a "voice in mastery," poses the question to her: "Guess now who holds thee?" She quickly and fatalistically answers, "Death." But then to her happy surprise, the voice contradicts her, averring, "Not Death, but Love."
the heads and feet off with kitchen scissors so they don't look so chick-like. Each morning I sharpen the kitchen knife, eradicate from my mind what they were in their previous brief existence, and chop them like garlic; the owls' need for food is great enough to overcome any squeamishness that I might feel.
by Charles Darling
the loss of innocence, because we all share in that loss and literature is about what we share. Here's a poem by Alexandra Teague, a San Franciscan, in which a child's awakening to the alphabet coincides with another awakening: the unsettling knowledge that all of us don't see things in the same way.
took to the streets on Wednesday to call for greater democracy 12 years after Hong Kong’s return to Chinese rule, one group of residents voiced its dissatisfaction in song.
is a translation of the French poet Valerie Rouzeau's book-length sequence Pas Revoir, under the title Cold Spring in Winter (Arc, 2009). "Nuclear" is from her forthcoming collection, Aurora Spirit. It was first published in the London Review of Books. 
of incidents or storyline. He called that the action. No, by plot he meant the substantial form of the entire work. For him, the plot is to the drama as the soul is to the body.
the Regent of Tibet went to a lake known to show visions of the future. It was with these visions that lamas and dignitaries went around the country to locate the reincarnation of the 13th Dalai Lama. They were led to the home of then 2-year-old Llhamo Döndrub. According to the Government of Tibet in Exile, the boy could correctly identify the lamas by name, and he also identified items belonging to the 13th Dalai Lama. This, along with other tests, led Buddist officials to declare Llhamo Döndrub to be the reincarnation of the 13th Dalai Lama and the spiritual leader of Tibet. The Dalai Lama title means "ocean of wisdom."
by Oliver de la Paz
of the poems in Next to Nothing after the unexpected death of his four-year-old daughter. Her loss is a constant here, from the blank page entitled 'Incommunicable' to the later poems following Agee's travels in the Balkans.
"Going Out at Dawn" is also the work of a man who never saw Gloucestershire again after 1922: Gurney had been committed to a mental asylum in September that year, and it was there that he wrote some of his most striking poetry. 
novels, poems, literary criticism. He also taught Bangla and served as educational counsellor at Bangladesh embassy in Moscow.+Bauchman.jpg)
retired to Lakefield, Ont., and then to Victoria. During his retirement Perry started writing both poetry and prose, and eventually authored and published his autobiography, Spitfire Pilot . Being a pilot was the highlight of his life. Nothing else compared to being a Knight of the Air.
in the Toledo area for his advocacy work in the fields of social justice, education, arts, and the community.
with his family, his pugs, golf, fishing and hanging out at the cabin with his best friends and writing poetry. He was well known for his talent of repairing and painting cars, which was a life long trade for him.
at our urging, because our family was happiest when he was making us laugh. At night sometimes we would play murder in the dark. He would switch off all the lights in the house and we three boys would hide, screaming in excited terror, as he boomed out one of his kooky poems: "The grip of steel you soon will feel/It crushes boys to saveloys.''
her memoirs and a collection of personal poems in a book she titled "Plums in Heaven." The book chronicles her growing up years on the harsh Colorado prairie, raising three children as a young widow and her rise to success as a businesswoman in Houston, Texas.
not only totally authentic in his devotion to the art but, even rarer, utterly indifferent to public recognition. He had no ambition to publish. In 40 years he put out just two small collections from small presses (Flame People from Santa Cruz's Green Horse Press and Inamorata from Tollbooth Press in Redwood City) and hardly ever appeared in magazines (exceptions include Silicon Valley's Montserrat Review and my own Redwood Coast Review and Alcatraz). His only ambition was to serve his muses: poetry, music, art, alcohol and cigarettes. 
Iranian literary figures such as Houshang Golshiri, Abolhassan Najafi, Mohammad Kalbasi, Ahmad Miralayi, Mansour Koushan and Amir-Hossein Afrasiabi.
loved modeling, singing and writing poetry. She leaves behind two sons, ages 5 and 2.
in a flight suit with two military planes aloft behind him.
Mrs. [Margaret A.] McVeigh starred in plays at Cecilian Academy and Chestnut Hill College. She acted in several experimental Philco TV shows in the early 1940s.
with a keen understanding of the sweep of history and the dynamics of culture, religion, and power, and he was beloved for his gentle manner and elegance of thought and language.
directing, producing and acting in his own movies. The last movie to play at the Brown Grand Theater in Concordia, KS., was "The Devil and LeRoy Bassett" which he wrote, produced and directed. It was in that very theater, at the age of 4, that his love for the movies was born.
hiking, and music; wrote poetry and sketched, as well as participating in many different sports. 
and was published in This England magazine.
Holy Cross Catholic Church and International Library of Poetry. Writing was one of her greatest interests, along with sewing and poetry.
