We live in a society that has reached an incredible consensus, in spite of all the red state-blue state talk: we agree that it’s something akin to a terror alert to talk straight. (more…)

Sometimes I think the all news all day formula is traumatizing society. The news—if you can call that weird concoction of anchor bonhomie and drivel news—is surpassingly negative, and in the interest of ratings the media rarely lose an opportunity to exaggerate the negative side of the news. News or what passes for it is about bad behavior, disaster, crime, nasty mouths, lies, spin, malfeasance—and a little upbeat story here and there as condiment. (more…)

(Meditations on Rising and Falling, Philip Pardi, The University of Wisconsin Press, 87 pp, 2008, $14.95)

A good book of poems is not just a collection of good poems. Conceptualizing a book of poems is like conceptualizing a complex poem times ten. There are ways to play it safe: safe poems, safe structure. You employ what you know about prevailing tastes and show your competence. Nothing wrong with that.

But it’s not what Pardi (inset) has done. In this Brittingham Prize book he has pursued a vision with great intellectual courage and prosodic virtuosity. He has reached far and high. The difference between a poem that is merely pyrotechnic and a successful poem is the poet’s respect for the original sensibility of the poem. You can force an idea into a brilliant framework for effect or you can, as Pardi unfailingly does, work out the relationship between the demeanor of an idea and the metrics that most respectfully animate it.

In the poem The Roofers he tells of a man who is about to fall. He’s probably the hardworking immigrant we pass every day on the way to work. What we will not have noticed, what Pardi does notice, is that moments before the fall that we know is coming the man painstakingly frees a fly from tar paper, calling the insect amigo.

The poem is an alchemy of narrative craft, joinery, precognition and ordinary detail. The fly and the roofer become metaphors for heartbreak. We’re thunderstruck that this gentleman should have fallen to his death after an act of such exquisite compassion.

Pardi’s poems are remarkable for their technical restlessness, delicacy and precision. Among poets, he is a diamond cutter.

In Sonata, a poem appropriately in four movements, he employs different metrics and versifications for each movement. One might think the poem would suffer from being too obviously a tour de force, but it doesn’t. The reason it doesn’t is that Pardi isn’t trying to knock you out. He doesn’t care about the wow factor because he knows it’s cheap. He sings to himself, knowing that if a thing makes sense to him because he has put it well, then it may make sense to us. Poetry is as much gratitude as it is song.—DM

Sexism, racism, agism, smoothies, bumblers, swift-boaters, dreamers—all  flavors in the great American apple pie. As we learn to avoid trans fats so we learn, ever so slowly, to wean ourselves from misogyny, racism, agism and all those other nasties.

The late Democratic primary had plenty of misogyny and racism to go around. It arose among the pundits, the voters and the candidates. But there were triumphs. As Senator Hillary Clinton said in graciously conceding the fight to Senator Barack Obama, there are now eighteen million cracks in the glass ceiling, and none of us will forget it. Bless you, Senator. (more…)

It’s interesting how eager both the left and the right wings are to pull the trigger on Scott McClellan, the former White House spokesman, who has written a book confirming many of our worst suspicions about the Bush Administration.

If he knew his bosses were lying about Iraq and Valerie Plame, the CIA undercover agent whom they treacherously outed, why didn’t he speak up, save thousands of lives, dollars and damages? That’s what many of his critics of the left and right are yowling. (more…)

Noah Eli Gordon in an end paper in the Spring issue of Rain Taxi says he recently began to read page twenty-six of every book he owns. The more I thought about this quixotic adventure the more it enchanted me. As I compared it to the evening news, it seemed to me infinitely more intellectually adventurous.

News organizations are like fastball hitters; they fear curve balls and knuckle balls, exactly the kind of pitches Noah Gordon is likely finding on all those twenty-sixth pages. For the average news anchor there’s ping and then there’s pong. There’s ho and then there’s hum. But lord knows what glories, temptations and recognitions are in those books. (more…)

We talk from time to time in our society about racial profiling, but where is Frank Gorshin now that we need him so much? Impersonators tell us more about our leaders and wannabes than all the pundits and reporters together.

Watch John McCain walking arthritically with his fists held rigidly in front of him like bumpers. Consider Hillary Clinton pointing angrily from the stump at Saudi Arabia. Notice Barack Obama tapping someone on the arm as he passes. (more…)

I live in a house surrounded by its weed yards. Each spring I look forward to the happy dandelions so despised by the many. I even like the myriad puff balls they turn into. Periodically the farmer who cuts our grass rakes the thatch and spreads lime, but I use no chemicals or fertilizer.

Something is wrong with this picture. At this point it would be expensive to correct it, but the predicament heightens my awareness that a great many aspects of our culture are missing from the discourse we are reluctantly beginning about energy. (more…)

(This is the latest transcript of Hot Copy my regular podcast for The Student Operated Press)

One of the reasons I cherish The New York Times is its institutional eye for the easy-to-overlook and profound. The March 27th front page features a story by Brian Stelter called Finding Political News Online, Young Viewers Pass It Along. It may prove to be the most significant story of the first fifty years of the century, and to its credit The Times put it on the front page.

The story is about the socialization of news and imagery, not in the political sense, but in the sense that sharing news and imagery has become part of the way we socialize with each other. We like a blog post, a news story, an essay, an image, a poem, a quotation, and next thing you know it’s whizzing around the world to friends and family. What we’re accustomed to calling news is becoming as personal and intimate as a jewel box or a pack of baseball cards. (more…)

With Hillary Clinton having recently made like a schoolyard bully, maybe this isn’t the right moment to bring up the issue of misogyny. Or maybe it is.

Anybody who thinks this is a dead-letter issue should take a look at those e-mailed erectile dysfunction advertisements bubbling up from the cesspools of humanity. Their revolting language is full of references to the male member as a weapon. They talk of overpowering, exploding and nailing women. They assure men “their” women will be delighted by this weaponization of sexuality. (more…)