Showing posts with label Billy Collins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Billy Collins. Show all posts
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Billy Collins Is A Natural
I tried to get him up onto Facebook a few weeks ago and failed because there are often times when technology is beyond my capacity.
I'm going to try again now.
Labels:
Billy Collins,
Poetry,
Video
Sunday, April 8, 2012
'Bugs Bunny Is My Muse'
As good as any, Billy.
Labels:
Animation,
Billy Collins,
Poetry,
Video
Sunday, October 23, 2011
And outside the cabin, falling leaves.
Maybe someday I'll write something about it all, but in the meantime, there's always Billy Collins.
And Marvin Bell ("When the dead man throws up, he thinks he sees his inner life"), and Kay Ryan, and Anne Carson and Marie Howe ("This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me") and Philip Larkin and...and...well, and poetry, my dear.
And Marvin Bell ("When the dead man throws up, he thinks he sees his inner life"), and Kay Ryan, and Anne Carson and Marie Howe ("This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me") and Philip Larkin and...and...well, and poetry, my dear.
Labels:
Anne Carson,
Billy Collins,
Death,
Kay Ryan,
Marie Howe,
Marvin Bell,
Philip Larkin
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