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		<title>Why Poets Love Walt Whitman</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(In their introduction to an anthology of 100 poems, Visiting Walt: Poems Inspired by the Life &#038; Work of Walt Whitman, the editors, Sheila Coghill and Thom Tammaro, explain his enduring appeal. Here&#8217;s an excerpt.) 1865. Leaves of Grass. Has &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/poetswhitman">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Walt Whitman, an American, One of the Roughs, a Kosmos</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(In 2003 The Country and Abroad published this appreciation. Though we no have Laura Bush to kick around, we will always have Whitman.) I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me? I follow you whoever you are &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/mywalt">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Unabomber and the Poet</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Fortunately, I don&#8217;t suffer from fears of serial killers. They come and they go from the news without my learning their names. But years ago one did fascinate me, that rare case covered by The Nation as well as the &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/unabomberandpoet">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Hudson Gorge Panorama: Hiking Breakneck Ridge</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(Here&#8217;s an expanded version of “Hudson Gorge Panorama: Hiking Breakneck Ridge,” the cover story for the July/August 2011 issue of Adirondac, published by the Adirondack Mountain Club.) Twenty years ago, when I lived on East 47th Street in a six &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/breakneckridge">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Hudson As You Haven&#8217;t Seen It Before</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Thomas Wolfe wrote big rhapsodic novels such as Look Homeward, Angel that I read as a teen. After his early death in 1938, an enthusiast named John S. Barnes went through Wolfe&#8217;s prose to convert passages into poems with line &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/hudson">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Why We Climb Mountains (The View in 1843)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The world has changed—and it hasn&#8217;t. Here&#8217;s a statement about the value of climbing the Catskills made by Park Benjamin in 1843, which I found in Picturesque Ulster. “&#8217;Tis pleasant for awhile to leave the heated pavements and the garbaged &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/climbing-mountains-1843">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Most Magnificent Fliers of All: Turkey Vultures</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Reading a description of turkey vultures in an old natural history book inspired me to write one of my favorite poems. (Unless you prefer Sparrow&#8217;s version.) Trespassing at the Leap &#8211;Platte Clove, Catskills The sign said, &#8220;Strictly Forbidden.&#8221; I stepped &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/turkey-vultures-flying">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Flying Over the Catskills</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(This essay appears in the Spring 2012 issue of The Country and Abroad.) Isn&#8217;t a vacation an adult version of running away? Mine always leave me wishing I didn&#8217;t have to return home to some drudgery or other. My dread &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/catskills-flying">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Blood Brothers: A Poem Inspired by a Werewolf Double Feature</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Blood Brothers Remember the werewolf double feature at the old porno theater on upper Broadway? The seats had no room for our knees; sticky paint covered gum barnacles. We howled at the full moon slipping free of bruised clouds, then &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/blood-brothers">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>A Poem for the New York Knicks of my Childhood</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Twenty-One Such a bruising game, driveway basketball: hip-checking allowed against the garage, rose thorns stealing the dribble down the left side, crazy ricochets off the low eves, no out-of-bounds except the tomatoes. To win, you risked scraped knees, black eyes, &#8230; <a href="http://willnixon.com/twenty-one">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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