Lemurian Congress

A poem for the uneasy modern, from the November 1, 1930 issue of The New Yorker. This is the time of wonder, it is written; Man has undone t...

From the September 27, 1930 issue of The New Yorker, here's "Anachronism," written by a poetess with the rather unpoetic name ...

I was thrilled with the idea of posting choice moments from the Emmanuel Bible College yearbooks, but after the 1966 expose things became p...

"You" said you wanted more pictures from the Emmanuel Bible College yearbooks...who am I to refuse! I just wish I had a working sc...

Poetess Patience Eden nails it in this May 17, 1930 poem in The New Yorker: "Life's Problems." When I was twenty-three I could...

"Guestroom Books" by Newman Levy (The New Yorker, April 12, 1930). Beside my chaste and downy cot There stands a goodly number Of...

Oh jeez, I can't wait. The oily air is warm and sunny And I am feeling fine but funny. Break out the sulphur and molasses; The boys and ...

During late 1929, the Embassy Theatre in New York started a phenomenon: "The Newsreel Theatre." It was a massive hit, other theatr...

Rabbits Have horrid habits; Shad Are pretty bad; Pigeons Have no religions; Bees Expose their knees; Terrapins Parade their sins; Moles Have...

Her legs were long And scratched with thistle. She had a deft, Enchanting whistle. Her hands were slim But strong for lifting Herself to tre...

Ahh, beauty in the May 18, 1929 New Yorker. Sad weird figures garbed in white, With their headgears tall and fearful, Faces drawn--druidic s...

Here's "Ceres" by Harrison Dowd, from the April 20, 1929 issue of The New Yorker. I have honestly never seen these "pigeo...

Another poem by Ruth Brown , this time from the March 9, 1929 issue of The New Yorker. In blue shoes I am sure I'd be A great deal more ...

In the March 2, 1929 issue of The New Yorker, Don Muir Strouse provided some nice capsule sketches of the prominent band leaders in town. Th...

In keeping with the recent "cat" theme, here's "Dilemma" from the December 22, 1928 New Yorker. I actually think it...

Here's a poem from the December 15, 1928 issue of The New Yorker, and it really resonates with me. It's called "Lines To My Nex...

Continuing to prove my amazing taste in scrutable poetry, here's one by Olive Ward from the December 1, 1928 issue of The New Yorker. Wh...

What is it about my apartment building, anyway? DOES IT SUCK SO BAD? Nobody manages to live in the unit next to me for more than a few month...

In keeping with our commitment to totally unambiguous poetry, here's " Dowager " by Ruth Brown. They used to call her "Ki...

Poetry never appeals to me in its most artistic and vague form, so instead I give you the first installment of "The Unambiguous Poetry ...