Of the many thousands of times that I have drawn a dusty nondescript book from a poorly-lit shelf in a used-bookstore during the past forty years, only once can I claim to have pulled down and opened an entirely unknown classic of American literature. Not that I recognized it as such at the time. Nor even now, on the eve of its re-publication by [...]
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. 7c. Ruins on the Somme: a lost war poet rediscovered
Posted in Dana Gioia, Ernest Hemingway, John Allan Wyeth, lost American classic, Matthew Bruccoli, Modernism, New Formalism, River Somme, sonnet, used bookstores, war poetry, World War I, tagged Dana Gioia, John Allan Wyeth, lost American classic, New Formalists, River Somme, sonnet, war poetry, World War I on May 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
. 9. By the banks of the Seine: paupers & Symbolists
Posted in absinthe, Allen Ginsberg, beauty, Eric Satie, Ernest Hemingway, Gregory Corso, Henry Miller, Jehan Rictus, love lost, Marian Hollinger, Paris, poverty, rain, rivers, shadows, sonnet, tagged River Seine, sonnet, symbolism on May 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My wife Marian was cheated of a life in Paris by Adolf Hitler. Her natural mother, a Jew, whom she never knew, was a performer in the Paris theatre before the war. By 1945, in a state of expectancy, she had fled to Montreal, in all probability to escape the Gestapo sweeps which would have [...]









