This guy is the perfect example of the whitewash of academia strangling real, creative genius and having that pass for art, which poetry is. It is appalling to me that this man was awarded the highest poetry honors in the land, with lines that seem to be exploring banality and passionless, inconsequential chatter. When the Greeks crowned their bards with the laurel wreaths, they were conferring an honor on parallel with the greatest warriors and heroes, and now we have this middle-aged academic populist, pedestrian pabulum passing for what used to be the mark of the seer and revolutionary. It is appalling that so many more talented seers and potentates of expressive genius are passed over and marginalized in favor of the dumbed-down-agenda stooges like Collins, Kooser, et all, who amount, in my opinion, to nothing more than bland, unimaginative palaver for the masses.
Smoke rings like rumors
and dreams like stale cigarettes
in a cracked ashtray
left behind at the old apartment.
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I saw Billy Collins when he came to Boston College and the occasion marked one of the most special moments in my (albeit brief) lifetime. If you get the opportunity to see him, take it!
My favourite poems are 'On Turning Ten' and 'Love'. He is one of the poets I love best.
I work with some people who have created some amazing animated poetry pieces featuring poems by Billy Collins. It's a series of 10 or so and they are very well done. It's Billy Collins himself reading the poems with animation used to bring them to life.
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, floral wallpaper pressing in, white cabinets full of glass, the telephone silent, a pen tilted back in my hand?