A celebration of an earth-struck poetry-loving man, as a geologist “rocks” around the clock. John Muir’s death certificate lists him as a geologist, but it’s not as a geologist that we name hospitals, stars, glaciers, schools, trails, flowers, and forests … Continue reading →

  Our celebration John Muir and of the 100th anniversary of the National Parks Service will be heading your way December 19th! Listen early as Dr. B gives us a teaser of the upcoming episode.

I shall grow old but never lose life’s zest, Because the road’s last turn will be the best.—Henry Van Dyke “THE DIFFERENCE MADE ME BOLD:” CELEBRATING EMILY DICKINSON’S LIFE OF SERVICE, IN HONOR OF HER 186 BIRTHDAY, THE MEANING SHARING … Continue reading →

“i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun’s birthday, and this is the birthday of life, and of love and wings, and the gay great happening illimitably earth” –e.e. cummings WELCOME to our Poetry Slow … Continue reading →

“The explorer finds little evidence for any of the way Homer describes Troy . . . Yet here, in the mind’s eye, stood an awe-inspiring city with soaring battlements dominating the plans. Homer and the bards were not deliberate liars, … Continue reading →

To occasions, when we’re knocked down, low, heavy heart, how we have it in us to do so, how we’re called on to do so, called for, and what poetry has to do with it. A rousing show, to lift, … Continue reading →

Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.—Einstein I’m trying to find something true that can’t be expressed by math.—J.D. Roberts Can haiku save the day? We know sonnets can. It’s all about … Continue reading →

When you’re in the dark woods, and the way is lost, and a lion, leopard, and she-wolf are snarling, blocking your way, you (evolved radio show listener) might think of Dante’s Rx, the Roman epic poet Virgil, or Rumi’s peoples … Continue reading →

The Dynamite Genius of Bob Dylan and the Nobel Prize Committee, Dynamic Connection Between Nobel and Dylan: What is literature? Who’s asking? All of a sudden, everyone is. And the point is, it is Everyone. The Odyssey was sung. We … Continue reading →

Criticism is said to have killed an enthusiastic diva and John Keats and been dead wrong (and snarky) about . . . well, name your favorite—Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, Henry David Thoreau, Scott Fitzgerald, J.D. Salinger, Henry Miller, we love … Continue reading →