E.E. Cummings on spring

Tomorrow is the first day of spring, although in D.C., the trees and flowers have been blossoming for weeks. A good day to pull out a little E.E. Cummings, whose poems about spring are some of the liveliest out there. Remember these lines? in Just- spring          when the world is mud- luscious the little lame … Continue reading E.E. Cummings on spring

Addicted to words? What I’m giving up – and gaining – for the season.

  I find myself thinking about Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way, and how she suggests that writers “unplug” from words for one week to get their own language percolating.  No reading whatsoever.  I love this idea. It would be one thing if I spent hours of my day reading high-quality literature, but that’s not where … Continue reading Addicted to words? What I’m giving up – and gaining – for the season.

“I don’t understand it…but I can tell it’s good!” – Explaining poems to non-English majors

I have a friend who’s very smart and educated – but like many people I know, has a mental block when it comes to reading poetry. I don’t know why this happens. Maybe being exposed to Shakespeare or T.S. Eliot too early (really, did any among us have the maturity to appreciate Hamlet or Prufrock … Continue reading “I don’t understand it…but I can tell it’s good!” – Explaining poems to non-English majors