Ernest Yates

This is Ernest Yates's sixteenth volume of poems, and the thirteenth volume in an ongoing series based on his wanderings through Philadelphia streets. Looking for love? You and I will find it more surely among the fabled battlements of my far-famed city than anyplace else in this crazy world. We might need special glasses, though?the kind we wear when we go to the movies. Then as we wander bistro to bazaar we're bound to uncover the secret corners, people and places out of which the city is made?and not just the city but a world and a dream as well. And afterward, in time of peace, in time of war, wherever we go and whatever we do . . . we'll always have Philly.

This is Ernest Yates's sixteenth volume of poems, and the thirteenth volume in an ongoing series based on his wanderings through Philadelphia streets. Looking for love? You and I will find it more surely among the fabled battlements of my far-famed city than anyplace else in this crazy world. We might need special glasses, though?the kind we wear when we go to the movies. Then as we wander bistro to bazaar we're bound to uncover the secret corners, people and places out of which the city is made?and not just the city but a world and a dream as well. And afterward, in time of peace, in time of war, wherever we go and whatever we do . . . we'll always have Philly.

This is Ernest Yates's fourteenth volume of poems, and the eleventh volume in an ongoing series based on his wanderings through Philadelphia streets. In this volume the poet's morning walk along one of Philadelphia's main thoroughfares introduces a realm "beyond belief," as the volume's first poem announces. Then in poem after poem the secular city provides ground and counterpoint to the poet's variable meditations, as the city's impersonality drives the poet to contemplate such human values as love, beauty, freedom, justice. In the end the poet moves on, bearing away all vain musings; it is the city?in its varied, raw physicality?that abides.

This is Ernest Yates's fourteenth volume of poems, and the eleventh volume in an ongoing series based on his wanderings through Philadelphia streets. In this volume the poet's morning walk along one of Philadelphia's main thoroughfares introduces a realm "beyond belief," as the volume's first poem announces. Then in poem after poem the secular city provides ground and counterpoint to the poet's variable meditations, as the city's impersonality drives the poet to contemplate such human values as love, beauty, freedom, justice. In the end the poet moves on, bearing away all vain musings; it is the city?in its varied, raw physicality?that abides.

This is Ernest Yates's thirteenth volume of poems, and the tenth volume in an ongoing series based on his wanderings through streets of Philadelphia. "Errata, you may be the eleventh, /or the thousandth, or the millionth//muse sprung up in America"?so Yates addresses his muse in the poem called "Fever." And indeed it is Errata who leads the poet through the hundred neighborhoods of the city, from Somerton in the far northeast to Eastwick near the airport, from Chestnut Hill in the northwest to the navy yard in the south. Yates's interactions with these diverse neighborhoods highlight not only the life of the city itself, but also the receptive spirit of the poems. In these meditations, the poet's Philadelphia becomes universally relevant?an authentic reflection of any city, of every human habitat or condition.

This is Ernest Yates's thirteenth volume of poems, and the tenth volume in an ongoing series based on his wanderings through streets of Philadelphia. "Errata, you may be the eleventh, /or the thousandth, or the millionth//muse sprung up in America"?so Yates addresses his muse in the poem called "Fever." And indeed it is Errata who leads the poet through the hundred neighborhoods of the city, from Somerton in the far northeast to Eastwick near the airport, from Chestnut Hill in the northwest to the navy yard in the south. Yates's interactions with these diverse neighborhoods highlight not only the life of the city itself, but also the receptive spirit of the poems. In these meditations, the poet's Philadelphia becomes universally relevant?an authentic reflection of any city, of every human habitat or condition.

This is Ernest Yates's twelfth volume of poems and the ninth volume in an ongoing series based on his wanderings through the streets of Philadelphia. Part Melville, part Joyce, part Bash travel diary and part Barthesian semiotics, this account of a poet's journey through the wilderness of postindustrial Philadelphia is much, much more a search for freedom, God, love, community, and home; a meditation on the city's and nation's history and on the poet's own life; a tentative definition of poetic form; and an argument concerning the relationship between poetry and life. Emerson and Stevens?but also Brooks, Ginsberg, Kerouac, and Lorde?would be smiling.

This is Ernest Yates's twelfth volume of poems and the ninth volume in an ongoing series based on his wanderings through the streets of Philadelphia. Part Melville, part Joyce, part Bash travel diary and part Barthesian semiotics, this account of a poet's journey through the wilderness of postindustrial Philadelphia is much, much more a search for freedom, God, love, community, and home; a meditation on the city's and nation's history and on the poet's own life; a tentative definition of poetic form; and an argument concerning the relationship between poetry and life. Emerson and Stevens?but also Brooks, Ginsberg, Kerouac, and Lorde?would be smiling.