Neil Serven

I have always been fascinated by the enigmatic figure of Weldon Kees—midcentury poet, painter, filmmaker, who seemed to be always searching for the right vehicle for what he wanted to say and never seemed to be satisfied.

At the Ploughshares blog I analyze some of his poems, which tend toward sneakily violent language and evoke a personality filled with existential dread at the idea of being a middling figure.

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