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- On Vivian Maier
an essay about a photographer who has set the standard for artistry in anonymity
- An essay titled “In Praise of Quentin Anderson”
published in Solstice, Spring 2012
- Thoughts on Race and Poetry in America
a response to Major Jackson’s essay “A Mystifying Silence: Big and Black” that appeared in 2007 in APR. Given the recent flap over Claudia Rankine’s response to Tony Hoagland’s poem, I am surmising that the topic remains a vexed one and thought I would post this as a token of my own grappling over the course of my lifetime.
- Political Poetry
an essay about Robert Lowell’s “For the Union Dead” and “Political Poetry,” first published in The Manhattan Review, Fall/Winter 2006-07
- On Revision
an essay about a process that doesn’t have to end
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Featured Poem
Calendar (1956)
Rabinowitz tries to crawl
Inside the numbers.
He multiplies, for instance,
The days of the year times
A fortunate life span
And arrives at an impressive
Figure—Twenty-five thousand
And five hundred.
Still, it is a poor unprepossessing
Number beside the tree
From which millions of leaves fell.
Rabinowitz sits with a calendar
Which he fills in
With names such as Shulamith
Or Schmuel or Hersh or Reva.
Each day of the calendar
Gets a name and he says
The name when he looks
At the calendar in the morning,
A sound he makes
For the sake of sound,
A wafer of prayer,
A blue speck of feeling.
During the last week of December
He fills in every day
Of the next year with names.
He dreams of thin black hair,
Frizzy brown hair, half-smiles,
Grimaces, sobs, small fingers,
Fat fingers, thumbs,
Old people and children,
Loud voices, murmurs.
This is the calendar
That awaits a new religion,
Braver than the previous ones.
Today is Tsaureh-The-Baker’s-Wife Day.
The Jews have their years.
The Gentiles have theirs.
Eternity cares nothing.
Existence plods on like
A trek to nowhere
But Rabinowitz has spoken for each day.
He dreams of reddish curly hair,
Dimples, long necks,
Dear serious soulful eyes
That bury oblivion.
from Scattered Chapters: New and Selected Poems (2008)
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