Circling the Truth

Dante never read Homer, at least not in Greek. Neither have I, but scholarship in fourteenth century Italy was a bit more spotty than it is today. Translations of the Illiad were secondhand accounts of the Trojan war that figured Achilles as a pining lover rather than a super-powered hero; otherwise, the only references to… Continue reading Circling the Truth


Verse and the Unsaid

For as much fiction as I read, I still return to poetry. Like the elliptical orbit around a star, poetry can remain in the distance for long stretches of time, but soon enough I pick up a collection and start reading. Slowly. Great poems¬†remind me of the depths ordinary words can reach¬†when they are perfectly… Continue reading Verse and the Unsaid