John Keats died on February 23rd, 1821. The Paris Review muses on the death obsessed poet’s life, and what he cryptically requested be written on his tombstone: Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
Ah, happy food court! Peaceful kingdom! Is it possible that all these tables now are empty Where once families did jostle for a feasting place? Over at The Toast, a lovely and timely poem, “Ode to an Abandoned Shopping Mall,” by Summer Block eulogizes the lost sparkles of a dying mall in a unashamed homage […]
Let’s talk about sentences. Let’s talk about how poets, when they let their lines run long to prose, can make sentences sing. And if we’re going to talk about those sentences, we must also talk about details. Details, details, and more details. It all started on waking Thursday morning and reading David Ebenbach’s “Nobody Else […]
Don’t let that stack of rejection letters get you down. For writers of all kinds—would-be, struggling, under-appreciated, even critically acclaimed—failure is part of the job description. At the New York Times, Stephen Marche describes a writing profession riddled with disappointment and missed connections, from the ever-frustrating publishing world to a reader’s power of interpretation.
At HTMLGIANT, brilliant craft advice from a cartoon! “If you’re not popular, and you write a good poem, nobody gives a shit.” The Guardian goes off on Martin Amis, complaining of “the continued endurance of a surprising tolerance for misogyny from vaunted men of letters who came of age as writers in an era when the […]
Welcome to Saturday night. Hope you like what I’ve dug up for you this week. Okay, this first one isn’t technically poetry, but if you’re interested in Bright Star, Jane Campion’s film about John Keats,