A traditional Irish Jack-o’-Lantern in the Museum of Country Life, Ireland.
I really do love this poet…he’s a personal favoriter of mine.
K. A. Opperman’s poetry is sombre and profound and, like a Frost poem, leaves a chill of realization ringing in its wake; it is also gothic and moody and metered like Poe, yet tight and compressed like Dickinson…and like both his poetic voice is wise and time-tested.
It is a dark and lovely and self-assured and even a respectful poetics in that it pays subtle homage to a provenance of “October poetry”—from the traditional metered poetry of a painful sonnet, to the brief nightmare, carnivalesque poetry of American artists such as Lovecraft and Bradbury.
Opperman understands what critic Harold Bloom called “the anxiety of influence”. There is a sense hete of New meeting Old, at the shadowy center of a crossroad, at twilight…a deal is struck, sparks fly from the eternal pen, and the result is magic.
K. A. Opperman’s poems have appeared in a number of journals and magazines. His first book of poetry, The Crimson Tome is available at the link below…
A wonderful article from Smithsonian Magazine about the theft of and later attempts at preservation of the Ruby Slippers worn by Judy Garland in her role as Dorothy Gale in MGM’s 1939 film The Wizaed of Oz.
The sequins on the shoes are so delicate that conservators clean them with a Q-tip and a little cold water. (Courtesy of Fran Monks: Smithsonian National Museum of American History)
Read the article here…