Ghost Buffalo

"We are a people wedded to the word." - Jack Mueller --

And so it was that Hermes came to leave Olympus and descend from the paradigm of myth to occupy an intermediate space and time under the name of Hermes Trismegistus, and sometimes even to come right down to earth, where, as Hermes the god of crossroads and in betweens, he at least seems less out of place than his peers.

Wallace Stevens Disillusionment of Ten O' Clock The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded ceintures. People are not going To dream of baboons and periwinkles. Only, here and there, an old sailor, Drunk and asleep in his boots, Catches Tigers In red weather.

Will the table rise flapping like an open book in the air and the alphabet, in a dance in a trance, continually declare .... - George Barker

(from the journal work of Virginia Peck)

Yezzi on Dylan

From the New Criterion, The Poetry of the Gallop

Good to know the work goes out to the yoot now and then; brief mention of my WCW riposte here: Princeton Day School

A poem of mine in the May issue of Poetry is now up and available online: Poetry Foundation, Videlock

Spring begins and who could deny hocus pocus, open sky, ice floe, wild crocus, history blushing like a bride, a small stone sewn into her side.