American Poetry in the Age of Whitman and Dickinson

Poetry Is Like Revolution ― It Grubs in the Earth…

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My attention has been drawn and quartered these past four weeks, so I haven’t had a chance to post since the year began. But I do have thoughts accumulating in my head, and hope to write some of them down. Here’s an example, a footnote of sorts to an unwritten discourse:

All poetry is of its historical moment; that’s a tautology. Where poems may differ is in their degrees of access to the past and future. And in the readers for whom that access is discernible.

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Written by Ben Friedlander

January 28, 2010 at 8:58 am

Posted in history

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