Rays of Fancy, Gleams of Genius. Notes on Poetry, Keats and Other Enemies. The Critic Must Be Beauty. Toward a Theory of Poetry and Criticism. Will anyone know how painful it is to review a mediocre book of poems and to try to sound enthused? Toward a Theory of Poetry and Criticism. Toward a Theory of Poetry and Criticism.

A record of panic, parenting, teaching and art-making. Before The Boy became bored and stopped cooperating. This exercise is fun but strange and confusing. But I wanted to try it.

One Whose Name Is Writ In Water. The Bird Wishes to Be the Moon. May 24, 2010 by John Keats. It was like pouring something beautiful. That is what the bird said. And the bird was made of sunshine and plumage and bone. His song weighed more than he did, in the end. And in the end, there was the hollow where a nest had been, as if between two roads a man had stopped to wonder, How? What Joy Said and to Whom. April 18, 2010 by John Keats. Joy said, O! Do I see her face in children? But that was wro.

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