Whatever Happened to Light Verse?
A paean to a disappearing and misunderstood literary tradition.
A collection of 42 posts
A paean to a disappearing and misunderstood literary tradition.
Among literary forms, war poetry is unusual for having enjoyed a universally acknowledged and tightly defined golden age.
The great conflict within the Left during the 19th century was between anarchist and statist visions for socialism (this was the bone of contention between Bakunin and Marx, and for many revolutionaries long after).
We were Oscar Wilde’s great-grand-nephews, dandy aesthetes obsessed as much with the curl of our hair as with art or politics.
Even historians, who have many years to consider the object of their study, inhabit “the twilight of probability.” How can those journalists tasked with writing “history’s first draft” imagine that they know which way true “harm” lies?
It’s more important to fight racism than to stop the spread of the disease.
He had the gift of producing them by inverting or adapting cliché to give it new life.
A tragic early death can do wonders for a writer’s reputation. On October 27, Google dedicated its search page to the late Sylvia Plath, who would have turned 87 that day, had she not taken her own life, at the age of 30, back in 1963. It seems unlikely
Faludy’s greatest weapon—what really allows him to swat away the mosquitoes of passing ideologies—is his delight in sensual pleasures.