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Author Archives: Dale Hobson
In the Rare Book Room
The Strand Bookstore in NYC is a bibliophile’s dream, staffed with eccentric experts on arcane subjects, populated by floor after floor of every title imaginable. At the very top is the rare book room, a temperature- and humidity- controlled environment … Continue reading
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Digging into Metaphysics
To be taken seriously as a poet, sometimes you have to swim into deeper waters, reckon with the whichness of what and unscrew the inscrutable. Digging into Metaphysics What makes humans human–imageof God? Featherless biped? What? Some say “the animal … Continue reading
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Mousetraps
Another shiny new poem smelted from the rusty ore of old “Listening Post” prose. Mousetraps For years I had the dismal duty of adding tiny forlorn corpses to the household trash. One fall, during the first cold snap (the kickoffof rodent … Continue reading
October 15, 1969
Many folks from Potsdam went to DC for the big Vietnam Moratorium March that day, but those who stayed behind marched here in Potsdam and read the names of the dead from a little stage set up in front of (old) Snell … Continue reading
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No Cure for Leonard Cohen
All kinds of music gets stuck in the top of my mind: pop tunes, carols, hymns, blues. I walk to their refrain for half a day, then pass on to something else. But some music wraps around the brain stem, … Continue reading
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Library Daydream
A candid view into the fantasy life of a superannuated English major. Library Daydream What if I had had a rock ‘n’ roll band instead… had some wild drummer boning apocalypsos,sun to a solar system of tubs, tubes, triangles,gongs, gourds … Continue reading
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Beautiful as Ever
In another poem I call ed memory “that other light by which we see the world.” This is never more the case than when we look upon those we love. Beautiful as Ever Along the river, I remember your long … Continue reading
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Rescuing the Buddha
Sometimes the poem writes itself, and sometimes it speaks for itself, too. So I won’t bother with any further explication. Rescuing the Buddha Twenty years ago, he sat enthroned on a marble plinthin a little clearing among the lilacs facing … Continue reading
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EarthSky News explains Genesis
EarthSky News explains Genesis In the beginning,after the Big Bang,stars in clustersformed invisibleto one another throughdense hydrogen gas.Space was opaque.And darkness was uponthe face of the deep. Starshine slowly ionizedthe gas, turning it clear.First one, then manyglimmers could be seen. … Continue reading
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Sun on the Garden
After years of benign neglect, I’ve been spending time and money in the nurseries and garden tool departments of the hardware store. And I find that working in the garden feels satisfying solid in comparison to the airier pursuits of … Continue reading