poetry
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The New York Poetry Festival
It’s impossible to discuss last weekend’s first ever “free celebration of the poetry world of New York City” without mentioning the fact that it wasn’t in New York City.
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More Horses Than We Need
Perspective and introspection are plentiful in this fine retrospective collection, but Gallagher doesn’t fully see now. She speculates profoundly and eloquently, metaphysically — never astro/quantum physically, as if from any century — but our own.
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A Journey With Two Maps
Becoming a Woman Poet is brisk, each indicator of geography reinforcing the urge to break barriers.
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The Last Poem I Loved: “Figures in a Landscape” by Gail Mazur
Figure, noun, a person’s bodily shape or a person seen indistinctly, especially at a distance. A representation of a human in a drawing or a sculpture, a shape defined by lines, a pattern formed by the movements of groups of…
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The Story Behind “The Road Not Taken”
I’ve often said that Frost’s well-known poem is one of the most misinterpreted in American poetry (among casual readers, that is), and this story in the Guardian seems to back me up. It tells the story of Edward Thomas and…
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The Last Poem I Loved: “God is an American” by Terrance Hayes
When I first read “God is an American,” I was wide-eyed and breathless and thought it might be a love story. To me, Terrance Hayes was the best kind of romantic–the kind of man who uses a German turn of…
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Their Eyes Like Geodes
In She Returns to the Floating World, Gailey utilizes anime and other aspects of Japanese culture, such as its folklore and attitudes following The Bomb, as she puzzles through how to define “she.”
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A Box, or Paradox, A Language Game
Tesser’s chapbook slips outside certainties, authorities, controls, leaving her reader-players loose to enact their own language game, re-encountering the inherent antic plasticity of words and meanings.
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The Last Poet I Loved: Hafez
Hafez (sometimes spelled Hafiz) was an Iranian poet of the 14th century CE. His poems are still recited throughout the Middle East, and in Iran October 11 is Hafez Day. Off the top of my head, I can’t even name…
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Whisk in the Mouth
Editor’s Note: We don’t usually run reviews that are conversations between two writers, and we don’t usually run reviews on Saturday, so you’re getting a doubly special treat today. Here are Hilary Plum and Zach Savich discussing Filip Marinovich’s And…
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The Chipped Mosaic, The Dust
As a poet, [Joanne] Diaz trusts her readers to understand; she conveys the electric, what we feel and are jolted by, but cannot ever fully grasp in words or phrases.
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The Last Poem I Loved: “Some Feel Rain” by Joanna Klink
While still an undergrad, I was lucky enough to attend a reading by Joanna Klink. We had been reading her second book, Circadian, in my poetry class that week, and I was eager to hear some of the poems that…