January 1, 2025 -
Aaron Morey
I’m not, so to speak, well-versed on poetry criticism, so I’m probably not treading any new ground here (in fact, WRB joked about Housman a couple of weeks ago). But, having finished A.E.
July 15, 2024 -
Aaron Morey
Breaking with my normal habit for no particular reason, I reviewed Measure For Measure on Goodreads instead of here. I reproduce the review here for posterity: This book provides something I’ve always wanted but never
May 13, 2024 -
Aaron Morey
For example, today I learned from an untitled 1937 Robert Frost poem that Abercrombie and Fitch did not get their start as an edgy early 1990s mall-fashion store.
May 3, 2024 -
Aaron Morey
Am I reading my own inner Distributist into Frost here, or is there an implicit criticism of the owner of the woods? (I’m calling the viewpoint character Robert Frost, yes, persona, etc., but I’ve got to call him something) “Whose wo
March 23, 2024 -
Aaron Morey
Something interesting I just noticed on Wikipedia (let me stop you right there, yes, I know, but if I didn’t post comments about something I found in Wikipedia, I’d barely post here at all): Robert Frost, born 1874, has the middle name Lee.
March 12, 2024 -
Aaron Morey
The Poems Ancient and Modern substack had a good post that put into words something I have vaguely thought but not
December 25, 2023 -
Aaron Morey
Tonight in his Christmas vigil homily, our pastor referenced Robert Frost’s Death of the Hired Man: “Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” I didn’t fully catch his point, I was wrestling a squirrel
November 1, 2023 -
Aaron Morey
I was hard on Yeats a while back when I started reading a collection of his poems. The early ones were rough, but he’s improved greatly as it’s gone on (the collection appears to be roughly chronol
September 12, 2023 -
Aaron Morey
The temperatures are coming down, so naturally I’m listening to Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You. A particular section of Time Escaping jumped out at me. Poison in the ether Swinging still incessant pen
July 21, 2023 -
Aaron Morey
I’ve started reading a Yeats collection and I have to say in not digging it. I’m only a dozen or so poems in, so maybe it’s arranged chronologically and he hasn’t come into his full power yet. But it’s helping solidify what I struggle with
May 30, 2022 -
Aaron Morey
I’m reading The Library of America’s Robert Frost collection. The poetry section is ordered chronologically by publication date of the books the poems were collected in. I just finished A Boy’s Will, which is (as strange as this sounds to
July 31, 2021 -
Aaron Morey
I know of a young poetastress At rhyming, she truly is a mastress But despite her vocabulary’s expansion She can’t properly do scansion And the results inevitably are disastrous
November 2, 2020 -
Aaron Morey
See the sun’s last gasp Lit like a neon bar sign When you’re here you’re home
September 23, 2020 -
Aaron Morey
If I had been a Heathen, I’d have wrapped my toga tight, And orated to the Senate In my gleaming gold and white But Higgins is a Heathen, And he logs onto the Zoom, With a golf shirt for the camera And belo
March 13, 2020 -
Aaron Morey
Quiet empty streets Overflow with sunlight and Self-isolation
February 26, 2020 -
Aaron Morey
A smudge of ashes And back in the car to work You learn how to die