I spend an invisible part of the iceberg in this project looking around for material that I think might work combined with music. One thing invariably happens when you look broadly at something: you find connections that you didn’t expect you’d find. Here’s something I’ve noticed this fall: around 1875 or so, in a small, … Continue reading The Young Intellectual
You may have noticed fewer new pieces posted here over the past month. There are a variety of un-interesting reasons for that, but one cause is worth a post, even if it’s not representative of what you usually find here. Think of it as a “make up post” for the missing activity this July. This … Continue reading Three Places In New England
As I warned everyone yesterday, I seem to like Daze & Weekes Sunshine Blogger questions a little too much. Longest post ever… 1. What inspired you to start blogging? The Parlando Project started out as a podcast, which I wanted to be just the short audio pieces combining various words (mostly poetry) with as varied … Continue reading There is another sunshine Part 2
It’s been awhile since a new post, what with holidays and family occasions, but here’s another piece, “Rosemary,” using the words by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Millay was one of the most popular, most often read, poets of the first part of the 20th Century, but the later part of the century gave her less … Continue reading Rosemary
Edna St. Vincent Millay was another poet who offered little to the “New Criticism” critics who largely set the canon for the 20th Century, even though her career, which covered the first half of the 20th Century, ran almost exactly through the same time as Eliot, Frost, Pound, William Carlos Williams, and Wallace Stevens, and … Continue reading Millay’s Sonnet 43
Two threads lie here, waiting to be woven together. One thread: those young pre-WWI Modernists, the other: writers in old age. Young: Mina Loy, Alfred Kreymborg, Glaspell and Cook of the Provincetown Playhouse, early in their careers, workers shaping modern literature—though none of them are remembered much now. Older poets: Longfellow, Donald Hall, and even … Continue reading Seventeen Almost to Ohio
