I learned about poetry in an unusual way, thanks to my sister, Dawn. When I was in my early teens, Dawn would have her college friends over for the holidays. After a few cocktails, they would often start reciting T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” It was always a lively performance; they…
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For as long as I can remember, Leonard Cohen’s voice was a steady presence in our home, a soundtrack to my sister Dawn’s journey. Starting in her college days at NYU, her love for his work was profound and unwavering. I, on the other hand, was six years younger and immersed in rock and pop….
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Astrology is the study of patterns. Patterns in the sky repeat as patterns in the soul, repeat as patterns on the Dao. Patterns on the way repeat every few years or decades or days or hours. Not all are lovely. But sometimes we have to repeat them for a while before we know how leave […]
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Astrology is the study of patterns. Patterns in the sky repeat as patterns in the soul, repeat as patterns on the Dao. Patterns on the way repeat every few years or decades or days or hours. Not all are lovely. But sometimes we have to repeat them for a while before we know how leave […]
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II I am a far more deserving inventor than all those who went before me; a musician, in fact, who found something resembling the key of love. At present, a noble from a meager countryside with a dark sky I try to feel emotion over the memory of mendicant childhood, over my apprenticeship when I […]
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for forty years the sheets of white paper have passed under my hands and I have tried to improve their peaceful emptiness putting down little curls little shafts of letters words little flames leaping not one page was less to me than fascinating Read the rest of the poem here — from Forty […]
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for forty years the sheets of white paper have passed under my hands and I have tried to improve their peaceful emptiness putting down little curls little shafts of letters words little flames leaping not one page was less to me than fascinating Read the rest of the poem here — from Forty […]
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The Afternoon Sun …This room, how familiar it is. The couch was here, near the door, a Turkish carpet in front of it. Close by, the shelf with two yellow vases. On the right—no, opposite—a wardrobe with a mirror. In the middle the table where he wrote, and the three big wicker chairs. Beside the […]
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You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room… Read the rest of […]
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