by Richard Subber | Jul 13, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
bucket list?
way up there
I’ve never been to the top-most twig,
it’s not on my list,
I know that’s true.
I saw her,
swaying as the tree tops
let the breezes do their thing,
otherwise she did not move.
I envied her pacific view,
and briefly wondered
what she cares to see,
when all around her does not hide,
when down means not too far,
when far away is not that far
for wings that wait to spread…
I guess she’s seen it all
ten thousand times,
I guess she might glance
for a moment at me,
and murmur “you wouldn’t believe…”
I think I might,
but I’m content
to let her be alone,
to be that high.
April 8, 2024
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by Richard Subber | Jul 9, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
tinkle, sway, hum…
Winter, add Woo, stir
…all the notes make medleys,
it’s a quiet nightclub sound,
it’s okay to listen
with the other ear,
and hear the lilt and the lift
and the living rhythms
without trying too hard
to pay attention,
and nod in time
when an old refrain
makes a hole in the buzz,
and you hear again
those words that throb and skip
and nestle into
those last few tinkling keys…
Hingham, MA
April 2, 2024
Bob Winter at the keyboard
and Elaine Woo at the mic
made really beautiful music at Linden Ponds
on an otherwise really ordinary April afternoon.
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Book review: The Financier
He is Theodore Dreiser’s villain…
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by Richard Subber | Jul 7, 2024 | Book reviews, Books, Human Nature, Joys of reading, Language
Who doesn’t love Bertie Wooster?
I happened on a 1982 review of a biography of P. G. Wodehouse, and I can’t resist believing that the reviewer is a hatefully well-bred person.
Prof. Samuel Hynes very incautiously permits himself to label old P. G. as
” . . . the greatest trivial novelist in literary history . . .”
Egad.
Is he talking about Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse (1881-1975), the remarkably gabby genius who created Bertie Wooster and Jeeves?
Is he talking about the guy who makes us love the incurably erratic Wooster? who makes us worshipfully respect the very properly domineering Jeeves who can’t hurt a fly, knows nearly everything and saves Bertie’s bacon every time? who makes us stiffen, suppressing cries of delight, as we absorb the adjectival artistry of the whole bloody Wooster/Jeeves madhouse?
Hynes goes so far as to declare that Wodehouse “created a world without real problems and without human depths.” If you’ve read any of Wodehouse’s work, you know that ain’t true. There’s a bit of Bertie’s passion and despair in all of us, and Jeeves divinely makes it possible for everyone around him to be human.
There’s just one word too many in Hynes’ summary of Sir P. G. Wodehouse: “the greatest trivial novelist.”
I think you can guess which one it is.
If you want to, click here to read all of Hynes’ comments about Frances Donaldson’s 1982 biography, P. G. Wodehouse.
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Home Team: Poems About Baseball (book review)
Edwin Romond easily hits another homer…
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