If you haven't already, be sure to read the contributions re: poetry and history by Brian (Nov 24), Henry (Nov 26) and Samson (Nov 28) - they're good.
Yesterday was the first time in my life I have ever heard my father use the term "African American" without apparent irony or sarcasm.
This was probably for the benefit of my partner, who is from St. Louis, and therefore a "Yankee" (which is analogous to "goyim"). Later, we were at the art museum. He saw the exhibit of historic photos from the Memphis World (African-American newspaper) and said, "I'm not gonna go in there."
I got yer history - right here.
But I'd like the think the Millennium really has arrived.
Perhaps history in poetry (or poetry re: history) at the present time is necessarily a variety of elegy. Or a memento mori.
No country for old dogs
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This is no country for old dogs. Behind the fence around her small concrete
lanai, in the sun Sweetie resembles a prisoner, shadowed slats running
across ...
1 day ago

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