Clark, Thekla. A review of In 22 Sept. 1996.

Some research recently revealed that it is not too much information that is stressful or overwhelming, it's too much information that seems to be meaningful. For example a walk in the woods is full of enormous input: animal sounds, plant and dirt smells, textures, air moving, piles upon piles of elaborate visual details, and yet a walk in the woods is considered relaxing.

Carpenter, Humphrey. A review of In 22 Sept. 1996.

 An introduction and brief biography for Auden from educational publisher .

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The same poem can serve several purposes. At my most single-minded, I began to understand this, against my will, in the years after my mother left the earth on May 22, 2008. For a time (and I'm not sure whether this time has actually ended, or will ever end) everything that felt like poetry also naturally resembled mourning.

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"They used to call him 'Blood and Guts Al,'" my father says about the newscaster who haunted my Cincinnati childhood, Al Schottelkotte. We're in my parents' living room, the day after my poetry reading at the University of Cincinnati. My father tells me this bit of information, though, after my first book, Hemming the Water, has been published, after my mother asks why I wrote this poem.

The Art of Poetry No. 17. Auden is interviewed in the  57 (Spring 1974).

My working week and my Sunday rest,

Blue Yodel is populated by the strange, the outcast, the bizarre, the different, the so-called "freaks" who live on the social outskirts. The Girl with Antlers is seen as an abomination of nature simply because she defies easy categorization. People fear the unknown and are often made uncomfortable when confronting someone who upsets their fixed definitions of personhood and notions of being in the world.

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

The poem is a derivation of Diane Di Prima's "Revolutionary Letter #19" ("if what you want is jobs / for everyone, you are still the enemy,/ you have not thought thru, clearly / what that means…"). It's the last poem written for the book. Red Epic tracks the world following on the global collapse of 2007, trying to grasp it both systemically and at the level of local textures of life.

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The poems in Void and Compensation feel like rehearsals for and engagements with both loss and connection…I guess the two go hand-in-hand. The lyric, then, can serve to distill experience…it offers a chance to find compensation in singing, in finding a presence within our circumstances and our thinking and our feeling.

Kimball, Roger.  Kimball attempts to define Auden's poetic stature.  17, 9 (May 1999).

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

At the January 3, 2018 meeting, the council had asked that WKRD radio station manager Jim Crocker (who created his own business called Crocker Media Group LLC and a checking account for it to pay for the radio station expenses) to comply with council requests. Fiscal agent Lisa Kuhn says the village-controlled checking account handles all fiscal business and has since it holds the license of the station opened in 2014. At the meeting Jim was asked to rectify the situation to Lisa Kuhn fiscal agent by the radio station board member and council member meeting . Radio Station Board Members were approved.

O'Neill, Michael.  A substantial introduction to W. H. Auden, from the  [subscription service].

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

At readings, I usually introduce this poem as 'my love letter to New York City.' And while there's certainly a vein of sarcasm that runs through that comment, there is also a real earnestness that drives the poem. I think both represent the broad catalogue of emotions one can tangle with during a simple stroll in New York City on any given afternoon.

Bloom, Robert.   83, 2 (May 1968) pp 443-54 [free at jstor, click "Preview" or "Read Online"].

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Once after a poetry reading, someone from the audience asked whether I am a person of faith. "Judging by your poems," he said, "you either hate God or you love God."