Buried In That Box You’ve Built

Today, I received an email from the editor of an article I've been working on for a while. A human interest piece for a local magazine. She told me, in no uncertain terms, that if I'm not willing to put words in someone else's mouth, she's going to do it for me and put my … Continue reading Buried In That Box You’ve Built

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The Gift of Health(care)

Earlier today, I was lamenting having to get up at the crack of dawn and go all the way to my doctor's office only to have him tell me what I already knew and refer me to a specialist. Great. Just what this year needed, another appointment. I've spent more time in doctors' offices this … Continue reading The Gift of Health(care)

Words Unto Whom: Adam Pynkhurst, Chaucer’s Owne Scriveyn

In her introduction to “Chaucer’s Words Unto Adam, His Owne Scriveyn,” published in The Riverside Chaucer, Laina Z. Gross begins with a quote from F. N. Robinson, “The lines to ‘Adam Scriveyn’, which read like one of the personal epigrams of the ancients, reveal some of the anxieties which beset an author before the invention … Continue reading Words Unto Whom: Adam Pynkhurst, Chaucer’s Owne Scriveyn

Parodies, My Love: Humor in the New York School

Around 1960, a small group of poets, mostly gay men working as art critics in New York City, formed the first generation of what would come to be known as the New York School. These poets: Frank O’Hara, James Schuyler, Kenneth Koch, John Ashbery, and Barbara Guest, bonded over “their passion for painting, especially abstract … Continue reading Parodies, My Love: Humor in the New York School