T.L. Morrisey

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Sunday, August 11, 2024

"Age" by Robert Creeley

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  Most explicit— the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges once more— but wh...
Friday, August 9, 2024

“Affirmation” by Donald Hall

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  To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads when a gr...
Wednesday, August 7, 2024

"When You Are Old" by W.B. Yeats

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  When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look You...
Monday, August 5, 2024

"Growing Old" by Matthew Arnold

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  2024 What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The luster of the eye? Is it for beauty to forego her wreath? —Yes, but ...
Saturday, August 3, 2024

On poetry, the soul, and AI (2)

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The Hidden Trail, 2023   Note: This discussion between  ChatGPT and myself was conducted on 15 July 2024 and begins by asking AI to evaluate...
Thursday, August 1, 2024

Morning in the garden

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Photos taken on 30 July 2024. There aren’t many beautiful days like this!
Wednesday, July 31, 2024

"The Hunter" by William Carlos Williams

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In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other's arms, seem still so that squirrels and colored birds go about ...
Tuesday, July 30, 2024

On poetry, the soul, and AI (1)

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  A crow looks at its shadow, April 2024 If you compare poetry/poets/the critical discussion of poetry today with what poetry was like even ...