The Trump trial is a precursor to how a republic ends
Not with a bang, but a perversion of the law
Not with a bang, but a perversion of the law
It used to be said that America was a young country, naive, perhaps, but bristling with youthful energy and optimism
A century after its first publication, the poem still defies easy categorization
Eliot lingered in Dylan’s consciousness as he sought to answer the question “what is it?”
Interwar Oxford was less a world of dreaming spires and more one of constipated poets
His latest collection shows the limits of confessional poems
Why T.S. Eliot, who loved cats, might have liked this feline filth
‘He seemed more interested in discussing Animal Crackers and A Night at the Opera’