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Sascha Feinstein

very once in a while you come across a true polymath whose talent

could find a home in a variety of mediums. Sascha Feinstein, a

professor of English and creative writing at Lycoming for more than

20 years, had options when he was growing up. He came from a

highly artistic household in New York City - his parents were both

abstract expressionist painters who were among the famous crew

that blew off steam at the boisterous Cedar Tavern in Greenwich

Village during that movement’s zenith in the 1950s. A passionate

devotee of jazz from a young age, Feinstein learned the saxophone,

and founded and edits Brilliant Corners, a jazz-focused literary

journal. He gigs regularly in the Williamsport area and even hosts a

jazz radio program on WVIA, a local public television station. But in

college, poetry took the prize and became the vessel for his vision.

Among the many books he has written or edited, Feinstein

has penned two editions of poetry, “Ajanta’s Ledge” and “Misterioso,” winner of the

Hayden Carruth Award, and his poems have been published in the American Poetry

Review, The Georgia Review, The Missouri Review, The North American Review and

numerous anthologies. As a professor, he has won the Constance Cupp Plankenhorn

Senior Faculty Award, the Junior Faculty Award, and has been recognized as the Artist

of the Year in 2008 by the Pennsylvania Governor’s Award for the Arts program.

“Poetry will never be music, but poetry without music is not poetry that lasts,”

Feinstein declared. “My musical background helps with that. Sentence variety and

elements like line breaks can be like pulses in music. The spaces on a page of poetry

resemble rests in music. There are all kinds of fascinating analogies. That’s also the

reason I push students to read their poetry out loud. Poetry comes from an oral

tradition, and using your ears will help your writing.”


Poetry will

never be music,

but poetry

without music

is not poetry

that lasts