In which I psychoanalyze myself in relation to why I’m useless and then define it and read a Gunnar Ekelof poem on his own uselessness.

A long narrative poem grounded in truths that should still be required reading today for its delectable (and sometimes tongue twisting) sonorities. And for what it says about living life to the fullest.

In which I ask why suffer for one’s art? And then read a poem of a former suffering. Phew. That’s done.

A lil bit of a grrrrr here first on why secret poets are judging a magazine’s poetry contest (does it have anything to do with identity politics over art? Seriously!) and then the sonnet and a combinative example of the form Joe Rosenblatt and I published in Dog (2008).

1941-2022. Renegade writer and exister on the edges. I chat about his life and excerpt from some interviews and end with a poem about hitting the road. Wild travels Len.

I wonder about rhythm vs meter and then I recite the Robinson Jeffers’ poem Return.

1926. Parts 1-4 minus the final Lament just because I wanted to only read four parts to give you a sense of her intensely lyrical narrative style. Someone also says “Ok” and I recorded it in a closed bathroom so it’s delightfully echoey ;)

In which I question my questions and read excerpts from an interview with Sylvia Plath and conclude with a poem about an apple.

From the 2018 same-titled slim and stirring volume of poems. RIP Richard (1960-2022)

From her 2003 Tin House collection “shattered sonnets love cards and other off and back handed importunities.” A wild piece of Berryman, Roethke, Joycean muckery w foul language! ;)