A funny thing happened on the way to Wallace Stevens' later poetry

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The games never end.

Right above James Merrill, on my chart, is Pope and Auden. And I add Byron there, too.

There has always been a late August glow into September about James Merrill, for me. And reading him has always entered me back into early '90s, my grandma's spooky house, and her relatives for family get-togethers on the porch and in picnics in the front yard.

There's a sharp yellow light about it. Slightly pale orange.

So many feelings/memories that reading James Merrill evokes.

Come to find out, James Merrill's middle name is Ingram. And the family on my mom's side, the people from those memories, were all Ingrams.


I was offered a job at Harvard in 2004. Some cheap job. Not quite janitorial. They were doing me a favor while I was locked up in McClean's. Not McDonald's. Mclean. I wasn't having it.

I've liked a lot of stuff that comes out of Yale. Seems to be more available online.
We can't forget one famous alumni from Yale . . .  Rory Gilmore.
And the last season, one of Rory's two friends, the girl who plays Jessica Jones in Marvel Comics stuff now, with her long legs and babydoll dresses.
No wonder, huh?

I always refer to college compounds and university campuses as the Land of the Round Rump Beasts.