Dodge Poetry festival 2002

 

This is a collection of essays and photos based on this 2002 Geraldine Dodge Festival. It includes photos and journal entries done on site and since, including a somewhat lazy analysis of Robert Pinsky's poem 9/11. Since I have to transcribe these pieces from my notebooks, sections will appear here from time to time. I will eventually gather the copy (without photos) for a special issue of Scrap Paper Review.
Other Dodge stories might be found in Scrap Paper Review #52 -- available at main menu -- and in The Secaucus Reporter (through advanced search option)

Stranger at the gate?



A dream come true?

The reality of art

It's all academic

A reading of their own

Puckering up for Pinsky

Pinsky, the poet

Shades of meaning

9/11 -- the poem

Taking 9/11 apart

The plot Baraka missed

Meat and Potatoes

Future Perfect

Back to the future

A divided state of being

Breaking out the big guns

17 - Bushwhacked at Waterloo

19 -- Waiting on the state senate


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