by Warren Gaston | Oct 25, 2019
I worship Christ, I worship Jehovah, I worship Pan, I worship Aphrodite. But I do not worship hands nailed and running with blood upon a cross, nor licentiousness, nor lust. I want them all, all the gods. They are all God. But I must serve in real love. If I take...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 19, 2019
In 1969 America experienced the thrall of two Greek gods at play on the stage of our national psyche. One at the Kennedy Space Center in Florida and one in upstate New York. The first event happened on July 19, when a rocket named after the Roman god Saturn blasted...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 15, 2019
If I could spend an afternoon with any 19th century American poet, it would be with the incomparable Emily Dickinson. I picture us sitting in her sunlit Amherst flower garden drinking tea. This woman in her white dress had a huge and hungry mind. I could learn so much...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 1, 2019
When I was in college studying T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land for the first time, I made the mistake of sitting down to read the poem in my dorm room. I opened the book expecting an intellectual challenge and I got one. What I didn’t expect was a physical challenge. ...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 19, 2019
The poet Mary Oliver died two days ago, January 17, 2019. I want some of her poems read at my funeral. She has written many poems that speak to me. It will be a long funeral. Although her poems are pleasant to read and hear, they are not appropriate for the sentiment...
by Warren Gaston | May 16, 2018
At first glance, ‘Cold Pleasure’ doesn’t look like much of a poem. And compared to Homer’s ‘Odyssey’ or Frost’s ‘The Road Not Taken’ it isn’t. It barely looks like a poem, no rhyme scheme, no rhythm. Yet it counts as a poem because it dis-covers (uncovers, reveals) a...
