National Poetry Month: Robert Pinsky
I received the following facebook message last night, from the gallery of distant rogues: “Poesy Month, eh? Where’s the fucking Pinksy (sic), Chuck?” Point taken. An Explanation of America: A Love of Death by Robert Pinsky Imagine a child from Virginia or New Hampshire Alone on the prairie eighty years ago Or more, one afternoon—the…
Friday Morning Rock & Roll Idol: Girl In A Coma
Art, in its multitudinous forms, rewards our attention every once in a while, and all too rarely, with small beautiful moments where thrill meets surprise–I find them most regularly in poems, but also in poems, paintings, and even in pop songs and punk rock. Such was the case with the little Texas band Girl In…
Cowboy Junkies 32.20 ; After All These Years
It’s hard to believe it has been almost 28 years since I bought a record, having no idea what the music inside would sound like, took it back to my drafty college apartment, placed it on the turntable and dropped the needle, and fell in love. This is magnificent.