“Nothing conceivable is so petty, so insipid, so crowded with paltry interests, in one word so anti-poetic, as the life of a man in the United States.”
From the inception of this column, my aim has been to prove American …
Last week, I chose against Hart Crane’s monumentalism for the sake of his common men—his hobos. Let us turn to what I think monumentalism looks like done right.
Stephen Vincent Benét is a name you’ve probably never heard. I do …
In his 1844 essay “The Poet,” Ralph Waldo Emerson asked into a void: ‘Where is the great American poet?’ Where is “the man without impediment, who sees and handles that which others dream of, traverses the whole scale of experience?” …
In the final act of Thornton Wilder’s “Our Town,” as Emily Webb resigns herself to her grave, she implores the Stage Manager: “Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?—every, every minute?” Initially, he responds with a …