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Baseball and Verse, from Tinker to Evers to Big Papi
I, too, throw it: Marianne Moore tossing out the first ball, opening day at Yankee Stadium. Photo: Bob Olen, 1968. Marianne Moore Collection, Rosenbach Museum & Library, Philadelphia.
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Yo-Yo’s with Celery
I’ve always wanted to go to a baseball game with Ron Silliman. I’ve admired and been frustrated and challenged by him and made cartoons about him and secretly have been a big fan of his for years. Poets historically can be pretty fun ballgame...
Players Famous and InfamousFrom Casey of Mudville to girls charging the little league field.
“Casey at the Bat” by Ernest Lawrence Thayer . . .
New Poet Laureate Receives Impossible Advice
Solitude, ritual, and a work ethic that matches the granite of his New Hampshire home. These are the elements that frame the poetics of Donald Hall, who was named the 14th poet laureate of the United States on Wednesday, June 14, 2006.
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The game of baseball is not a metaphor
and I know it’s not really life.
The chalky green diamond, the lovely . . .
A Ballad of Baseball Burdens
The burden of hard hitting. Slug away
Like Honus Wagner or like Tyrus Cobb.
Else fandom shouteth: “Who said you could play? . . .
Baseball and Classicism
Every day I peruse the box scores for hours
Sometimes I wonder why I do it
Since I am not going to take a test on it . . .
Analysis of Baseball
It’s about Ball fits
the ball, mitt, but
the bat, not all . . .
First Girls in Little League Baseball
The year was 1974
When Little Leaguers learned the score.
President Ford took out his pen, . . .
Poetry in Motion: A Slightly Awkward Attempt to Figure Out What This Term Means (and Thus Maybe Not the Best Example of the Term); Also, an Excuse to Quote Passages of Poetry about Baseball
Occasionally, when we admire a thing – a particular pastime, say – we claim there’s a certain “poetry” to it. If the thing’s a moving body then we might call it “poetry in motion.” For example, we sometimes claim there’s a...
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Poetry’s biggest loudmouth loves baseball, is Canadian
George Bowering was Canada’s first parliamentary poet laureate in 2002. Today, he’s the official loudmouth fan at Canadian baseball games—at least, according to his business card.
Back in the day Bowering wrote about baseball for a...
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"Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing."
Fernando Perez, Tampa Bay Rays outfielder and Columbia University grad, tells the the St. Petersburg Times what's on his World Series night stand:
"Are you staying away from heavy plots during the playoffs?
Actually, what helps me a great deal...
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Where are all the baseball stats poets?
FanGraphs, a website dedicated to baseball statistics and analysis, bemoans the lack of poetry dedicated to modern infielders (when you're this deeply into the details of statistics, simple, generalized baseball poetry just doesn't cut it). Jonah...
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Can poetry help a slumping baseball team?
"Ask a Poet" has answers at The Smart Set:
My favorite baseball team has been in a slump for over 20 years, and this year, their season is not starting well. Could poetry help in any way?
I’m going to give you two...
When I was eleven, Willie Mays came to town. Not just Mays, but also Johnny Antonelli, Ruben Gomez, Stu Miller, the once-great Hank Sauer, the soon-to-be-great Orlando Cepeda, and the incomparably named Valmy Thomas, a circus of major league...
Strangers in the Nest
Poet Anselm Berrigan and journalist Bethlehem Shoals share a protean sensibility. No scrap of everyday language is too small to find a home in one of Berrigan’s slice-of-cognition poems, and no philosophic concept is too large to find a home in...
The Seventh Inning
1. Baseball, I warrant, is not the whole
occupation of the aging boy.
Far from it: There are cats and roses; . . .
Morningside Heights, July by William MatthewsHaze. Three student violists boarding . . .
Prose from Poetry Magazine
Image courtesy Tampa Bay Rays
I write from Caracas, the murder capital of the world, where I’ve been employed by the Leones to score runs and prevent balls from falling in the outfield. At the ankles of the Ávila Mountain amongst a patch of...
Poet at the Poker Table
As you cruise north on New Jersey’s Atlantic Avenue, through the drowsy, middle-class shore towns of Margate and Ventnor, the ice cream parlors and bike shops slowly give way to tattoo parlors, law offices, and pawnshops with “Money to Lend”...