Author Archives: jennifermichaelhecht

About jennifermichaelhecht

I'm a poet with a PhD in the History of Science from Columbia University and I've written five books, two poetry, two popular philosophy, one intellectual history. I live in Brooklyn with my husband and our two little kids. I teach seminars in poetry in the MFA programs at The New School and at Columbia.

A Poem by Amy Holman

Bloved Bleaders, So it’s like actually 2009. And it’s dark already here in the afternoon.  So let’s all curl up around the humming screens and read a poem together. This is by Amy Holman. 1,500 Parakeets Rescued from 2-room Apartment … Continue reading

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2009

  The snow is bipolar in Brooklyn today. Yes, I mean that all four ways. Day before 2009.  It’s almost the end of the year on shiny eye glasses double zero for eyes. Try that in 2010. You’d be striped … Continue reading

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Happy Old Year

http://rationallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiness-myth.html This is another picture. This is a link talkin’ bout my happiness book today. I’m embarrassed to call so much attention to myself, but Crane said the game enforces smirks and yet I can still find a kitten in the … Continue reading

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Today I am a Red Bird in a Thicket of Branches

[December 29, 2008]

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Hanukkah for Humanists from your Happy Historian (something to mull on a gray day in the no man’s land between xmas and new years.)

Want to read my essay for the New York Times two years ago? BTW any article I ever wrote was edited more than all my books together.  But my prose is a little um, poetic, for the NYT. So we … Continue reading

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What the Hecht, I’ll post the links

  Poetry Brothel Video Al Jazeera Papacy fracas  

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Al Jazeera and The Poetry Brothel, within a week or so, or a Slice of This Poet’s Life

Bleaders and Celebrants, I come to praise the year, not to bury it.  What a wack bag of tricks this passing year was, a scatter of events as cracked as a cubist.  Great lows, great highs (yes we can), and … Continue reading

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