In the face of what is wrong with thoroughbred racing, the sight of a long shot-- ridden by a rookie, named for a ritual between husband and wife-- closing in on and beating a hands-down favorite was a beautiful thing to see.
I didn’t call foul on Moneyball until the day after seeing it. It wasn’t long, however, before hindsight brought the realization that the portrayal of women in the film is not about the ethos of baseball, but about a sensibility that is Neanderthal.
Did September 11, 2011, reconstitute any of those equations? Put another way, did the marathon of remembering restore us as a nation in any way? Strangely, I believe the answer may be yes. We may not have gotten back to the innocence of a decade ago, but we just might have healed a bit in places where we weren’t even aware of the hurt.
Children of the children of the Great Depression learned to make the most of what was at hand. August 1967 was about making more of what one young woman had at her disposal and making a kind of magic in the process.
Maybe, just maybe, you or a friend of yours (or both of you) should consider a poetry workshop.
You don’t need blue collar roots to care about Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, but if you have them, you care in a particular way.
Writing poetry does not have to be a solitary endeavor.
National Poetry Month is the perfect time to celebrate something tangible that the web offers everyone: poems of every stripe and stories about the people who write them.