Ben Sears

Where we usher in Henry Ford's greatest creation–the weekend–ahead of schedule by embracing the ethos: Piss Off Early, Tomorrow's Saturday.

If my reading is correct, the poet's goal is better served conveying images and concepts in transition to give a sense of the whole rather than trying to render a moment in precision.

Sir Philip Sidney didn't need building up. He fell in and out of favor, but that was the case with everyone Elizabeth noticed.

Americans get a lot of flak for calling the World Cup game “soccer.” Jabs come for a variety of reasons.

Piss Off Early, Tomorrow's the Semiquincentennial. How blessed are we as a nation that this falls on a weekend?

Are we're on the precipice of sporting autocracy because no red card awarded in the World Cup had ever been overturned before yesterday?

Edwin Arlington Robinson's best-known poem, “Richard Cory,” is about a wealthy man who outwardly has everything a man could want in life. And then he kills himself.

There is nobility, mother, concern, musician, poet, dreamer, teacher, and matter of fact acceptance. It's a good picture. Optimistic.

Could Morris have tapped the same older Germanic root as Hopkins? As Tolkien tapped the same Norse roots as Morris found his Gandalf? Am I imagining things?

The poems I think fail all fail for the same reasons while those that succeed pull differing dazzling tricks from all manner of hats.