Posted in John Lehman, Robert Frost, Stopping by the Woods, books, contests, creative writing, fiction, get published, nonfiction, poetry, publishing, reviews, writing, writing contests, tagged Army, Olympic Coach, Robert Mitchum, Vietnam on May 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Lost, but making record time.
Perhaps that is too personal for you to become involved with it? But we all have our own imprint of what constitutes home. When I wanted to work this idea into something which in a caring but uncompromising way would be meaningful to somebody else, it became this poem.
No One Recognizes [...]
Posted in John Lehman, books, contests, creative writing, fiction, get published, nonfiction, poetry, publishing, writing, writing contests, tagged Ann Arbor, brothers, Chicago, Martin Sweeney, Poetry Reading, Vietnam on May 25, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Where I’ve Lived
It’s like with that poem, “The Handout” we all believe there is some key to life’s mystery just beyond our grasp. We’d like to believe this truth is universal, applicable to everyone equally, but maybe it isn’t. Perhaps each of us has our own secret theater in our imagination showing films we create [...]
Posted in John Lehman, books, contests, creative writing, fiction, get published, nonfiction, poetry, publishing, reviews, writing, writing contests, tagged Tattoo, Handout, Success, NYU, Broadway, The Perfect Crime, Martin Luther King Jr. on May 17, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Today I’m beginning a new presentation. I originally gave this in Milwuakee three years ago. I think it still says a lot about writing and story telling. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you do. – John
A Brief History of My Tattoo
Thirteen Things I Never Told Anyone Before
The Handout
Each of you should [...]
Posted in John Lehman, Robert Frost, Stopping by the Woods, books, contests, creative writing, fiction, get published, nonfiction, poetry, publishing, reviews, writing, writing contests, tagged Frost Poetry, Promises to keep, Stopping by the Woods on May 7, 2009 | 3 Comments »
He died on January 28th, 1963, near midnight, losing consciousness soon after a blood clot reached his lungs. A great and long life had come quietly to an end. America had lost a poet of astounding grace and wisdom. He was not a monster or malcontent as some biographers have tried to depict him. While [...]
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