Stephen Guy-Bray

@stephengb.bsky.social

Professor of poetry, curious, gay, love to cook. Currently writing about poems about poems.

This plaque is next to my place. It commemorates a priest who in 1830 founded one of the first schools for deaf mutes in Italy "cui donava col canto la vita della parola" (to whom he gave with song the life of the word." I'm not sure what that means, but it's a lovely phrase. @jsfarr.bsky.social

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I'm getting emotional reading about Budapest Pride, the first under the new government. Tens of thousands of people marching through the centre of the city from the opera house and across the Erzsébet Bridge. I'm so happy. Boldog büszkeség napját, kedves magyar barátaimnak! 🏳️‍🌈🇭🇺

When I was a little boy some adult asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up and I said "read poetry all day" and they said "that's not a job" and I said "I know, I'll think of something" but then I thought that maybe it could be a job and now that is my job and I couldn't be happier.

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I just got an email from my university informing me that they're expanding the role of AI. There's a "Learning Technology Innovation Centre" to "help faculty explore and apply AI in support of their teaching—from ideation to deployment." "ideation to deployment" ffs This is all so depressing.

Joe Brainard was born on this day in 1942. He died of AIDS in 1994. I first read his great book I Remember in high school. I was a bookish gay kid and he changed my life. Thank you, Joe. 💙

Happy Valentine's Day! Here is a matchless quatrain from "The Ecstasy" by John Donne. When love with one another so Interinanimates two souls, That abler soul, which thence doth flow, Defects of loneliness controls.

As a gay Canadian, I'm getting a lot of questions from Heated Rivalry fans, so here goes. Yes, I played hockey, but not often and not well. On the other hand, I was very good at floor hockey, although my career ended when I was banned for life for "excessive force." Now I'm a poetry specialist.

I just reread Roderick Hudson. I feel people don't appreciate how filthy Henry James could be. For instance: "I have only one way of expressing my deepest feelings--it's this." And he swung his tool. Total smut.