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Journal, Day Five November 3, 2006: I’ve come to the last station on the spur line, where the conductor is going to toss me off the observation platform, perhaps into a handy swamp. As I child, I rode the Edaville Railroad through cranberry bogs south of Boston. This privately owned narrow-gauge used to steam five miles or more into the bogs; the old line, having been closed [...] by

Journal, Day Four November 2, 2006: Logan the Blog Hostage, Day 4. The printing press gave any man who owned one the power of a scriptorium without the interruption of prayers. Better, he could print the Bible in the vernacular, which any man who could read (or be read to) could understand. (We owe much to an early translator like Tyndale, whose work underpinned the King James [...] by

Journal, Day Three November 1, 2006: A man who is tired of poetry is tired of life, so they say; but when I’m tired of poetry I take down Lewis Carroll’s nonsense poems and am often restored. Everyone knows “Jabberwocky,” and many know “The White Knight’s Ballad,” which may be the most hilarious poem in English. But how many know “Hiawatha’s Photographing,” which [...] by

Journal, Day Two October 31, 2006: Frank O’Hara would have loved writing a blog, but it would have stopped him from writing poems—everything that went into his poems, all that helter-skelter of New York life, would have drained into the blog and stayed there, like sewage. The best poetry blog, avant la lettre, was the Dove-Viebahn Christmas newsletter (actually it was more of a [...] by

Journal, Day One October 30, 2006: Randall Jarrell wrote that “Poets are in the beginning hypotheses, in the middle facts, and in the end values,” which may be another way of saying that poets begin as questions marks, become exclamation points, and end as ellipses. Great Caesar’s ghost! Last summer, in a moment of weakness, I promised the Poetry Foundation folks (PoFofos, [...] by