“Drachenfutter”. The peace-offering/gift German husbands bring home to their wives after screwing-up something (or someone?).
As this blog is not publicized, you have arrived by direct invitation, through someone who knows it (or me), because you searched for one of the indexed words, or stumbled on it.
The entries here are offerings, but to whom and for what purpose is unanswerable. Loosely, they fall into two categories: the influences that made me “me” and the things that “me” is curious about. I come from the generation that followed “confessional poetry” (W.D. Snodgrass, Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, Robert Lowell, to name a few) and so subscribe to a line from a Theodore Roethke poem: “I am naked to the bone, with nakedness my shield”, as I believe that we learn most about ourselves (and others) when we are willing to expose and reveal.
In that vein, below are links that reveal more, if interested.
– A profile in the The Penn Gazette, the alumni magazine of the University of Pennsylvania
– A blog of love poetry – A one-a-day for a year (March 2010 – 2011) project, the selections coming from my poetry library, decades in the collecting. Both it and the blog are truly a “love’s labor lost” (sorry, love word play…) truncated by the fire that destroyed my apartment a few days before Christmas 2010.
– The solo road-trip to the West Coast (and back) in my beloved (and aging) 1999 Porsche Boxster – Five weeks and almost 9,000 miles: to speak at the wedding of a young friend, to clear my head, to research the largest massacre of Chinese in this country, which took place on a remote part of the Snake River in Idaho.
The photo in the header is of the Isle of Skye, off the northwest coast of Scotland, viewed while hiking in Knoydart Peninsula, the remotest part of “mainland” Scotland, on a fine Summer’s day in 2005 when all of life was good and right and, therefore, fleeting.