Miguel Hernández’s “Idea of a Poem”

 MY IDEA OF A POEM   What is a poem? A beautiful affected lie. An insinuated truth. Only by insinuating it will a truth not appear a lie. A truth as precious and hidden as anything from a mine. One needs to be a miner of poems to see in its Ethiopias of...

This is the time, and this is the record of the time.

“This is your captain: We are going down. We are all going down…together.” from Laurie Anderson’s “From the Air” LAST WINTER In the last few waking hours, you watch the world through unblinking eyes. People become impenetrable...