I’ve already said this a lot, but it’s April, so expect it a lot more. You can follow our National Poetry Month poem-a-day project by visiting this post every day. I’ll be updating it every morning and adding a new link to the bottom of the list.

The Poetry Book Club Chat on Tuesday with Noelle Kocot was a tremendous success, and we’ll be posting the edited transcript next week.

Not exactly poetry, but Robert Lee Brewer takes on the question of whether or not authors are chasing readers or money when it comes to e-books.

You really should buy my book, but if you were thinking of joining the Poetry Book Club this month, you’ll get it for free–signed and everything. We–I or The Rumpus–aren’t making any money off of it this way. It’s all love.

We send our condolences to the friends and family of poet and activist Susana Chavez Marisela Escobedo, found murdered in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico on January 6.

In case you missed it, Ann Hays is giving The New Yorker some well-deserved crap over the absence of women in their pages.

Remember, Poetry Book Club Members–the chat with Aimee Nezhukumatathil about her book Lucky Fish is Monday the 3rd at 9:00 p.m. EST, 6:00 p.m. PST. Check your email for the url and the password.

I knew, when I took the job as poetry editor two years ago, that I wanted to make sure we covered poetry in translation, and I’d be lying if I said I was pleased with our level of coverage.

Save the date, Poetry Book Club Members–Monday January 3, 9:00 p.m. EST, 6:00 p.m. PST–for the chat with Aimee Nezhukumatathil about her book Lucky Fish. You’ll get the link and the password in your email as the date approaches.

Alizah Salario reports in from the e-book summit.

Next up for the Rumpus Poetry Book Club: Lucky Fish by Aimee Nezhukumatathil. We’re hammering out the selections for the next three months right now, so stay tuned. There’s some fierce competition.

Dean Young needs a heart transplant, and Tony Hoagland is asking for people to donate in Young’s name.

We don’t do end-of-the-year lists here at The Rumpus–we don’t do lists in general–but I’m very much in favor of linking to gift recommendations, so here’s Ron Slate offering space to 19 poets to recommend new and recent titles for your gift-giving pleasure.

This morning, south Florida awoke to temperatures in the upper fifties. Panic ensued. There was a run on firewood and snow tires. Natives were seen frantically digging through closets for the coats that have been stored for roughly 10 months. I have no idea how we’ll react to the double whammy of slightly chilly weather and the end of daylight savings time.

So the big news for Rumpus Poetry Book Club members is that our chat with Elizabeth Alexander will take place on Friday November 5 at 8:00 p.m. EST, 5:00 p.m. PST. Be ready to wow her with your questions about Crave Radiance.

I realize that NBA basketball is too pop culture-y for us at The Rumpus, but the poetry contest that the Miami Herald put together for the arrival of LeBron James has been too good to pass up. P. Scott Cunningham of the University of Wynwood has been running it, and had to cull through the 1100 entries today for the final judge.

Jonathan Farmer has some ideas on ways people can support poetry in the digital age. I really support his fifth one, which suggests getting web designers and programmers involved in the world of online poetry, because formatting a poem with anything other than a hard left margin is, umm, taxing for someone with my meager skills.

Harriet points to an article in Newsweek about literature in Mexico, and then writes “Recently, Mexico has seen a surge in independent publishing houses willing to publish new writers. Meanwhile, the numbers of female writing students, and of writing collectives for women, have swelled.

The Essential American Poets series selection this week is Carl Sandburg. I’d never heard his voice before, and it was nothing like I’d expected. I suppose I’d assumed he sounded mid-western, Chicagoan, perhaps deep and barrel-chested. Nope.

I thought about not posting this, as I don’t want the competition, but No Tell Motel’s reading period opens in a week.

Jenny Hendrix in The New Yorker wades into the question of whether or not song lyrics are poetry. She’s responding to Kristen Hoggatt at The Smart Set, who’s responding to Billy Collins in the Wall Street Journal. I have my own thoughts on the matter which put me closer to Collins than I’m generally comfortable with being.

The Nepotist, if you’re unaware, is an online journal run by a person who publishes his/her friends, and does so anonymously. What’s the over/under, do you think, on someone either deliberately or accidentally revealing The Neoptist’s identity? Should we start a pool?

The great MFA usefulness debate continues with a piece by Lev Raphael. (Here’s my contribution if you’re interested.)

Barbara Jane Reyes gives Reginald Dwayne Betts’ book four of five stars. I agree completely, and I’m using Shahid Reads His Own Palm in one of my classes this fall.

Let’s have some fun on the interwebs, shall we?

It’s funny that contractors at the Dylan Thomas center in Swansea made the same spelling mistake twice, writing “lighting” for “lightning.” With my students, it’s usually “lightening,” which makes for some unintentionally hilarious sentences at times.

Jessica Smith wrote a post about the incivility in the comment stream at Ron Silliman’s blog, and in comment streams in general. Silliman has since turned off his comments, and I can’t say I blame him. Comment streams can become ugly places, especially when you get the kind of traffic Silliman does, and you can find yourself spending so much time moderating that you don’t have time to do anything else.

Have you heard? The Rumpus is a place for poetry. (My own thoughts on this subject here.)

If you’re looking for a journal to subscribe to, Gulf Coast is a really good option.

Greg Gerke, who just reviewed Kim Chinquee’s Pretty for us, asks why short works aren’t often considered ambitious.

Have you heard about The Rumpus Poetry Book Club? Just making sure.

I’ve bookmarked this article on how to format poetry online, since I’ve had some problems along these lines in the past myself.

This year, Wimbledon’s official poet laureate, Matt Harvey, had the chance to write about the longest tennis match ever played.

So, as Stephen mentioned in a recent Daily Rumpus, we’ll be doing a poetry version of the Rumpus Book Club. We’re in the early stages at present, but we’ll make more announcements as we start to nail things down.

I’m more a fan of Wendell Berry’s prose than his poetry (though I like both), but there’s no denying that he’s been a major voice in in poetry for the last 50 years, so it was heartening to see him take back his papers in protest from the University of Kentucky over its decision to ally itself with the coal industry.

No-Tell Motel has some summer reading recommendations for you.

Did you see our reviews of two poetry collections this week? Weston Cutter on Maureen McLane and Virginia Konchan on Timothy Green.

Harriet points to where you can help with Gulf cleanup efforts.