The Last Book of Poems I Loved: Louise Glück’s Winter Recipes from the Collective
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...moreLiterary events in and around Portland this week!
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...moreI am not certain where I was when I first heard about the marketplace of ideas.
...moreWendy Willis discusses her new essay collection, THESE ARE STRANGE TIMES, MY DEAR.
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...moreIt is late for our country. We must look back in dialogue with the founders, examine a patched-together country, an embattled flag, and consider how to stop floundering.
...moreOh, the simple pleasures of life before the Internet. Emma Rathbone hilariously takes us back to that arguably better time over for New Yorker. At JSTOR Daily, M. Milks comes to claim their queer identity thanks to the most radical of groups: book club. Gloria Harrison’s life splits in two after a terrible accident, and she attempts […]
...more[F]or the first time, I really see the tradeoffs between privacy and honest-to-god, up-close empathy.
...moreThere are dark forces roiling beneath the surface of American life.
...moreIt is remembering and loving anyway—not forgetting—that binds us even if the recollections are absurd, undignified, cruel, or humiliating.
...moreHaving some novelist (or poet or playwright) assert an individual consciousness—in and of itself— is a profoundly threatening act if you’re a dictator.
...moreWendy Willis reviews Marilyn Hacker’s translation of Vénus Khoury-Ghata’s Where Are the Trees Going?” today in Rumpus Poetry.
...moreFirst, in the Saturday Essay, Alana Hauser remembers the evil spirit from David Lynch’s eerie TV drama, Twin Peaks. The “parasitic” spirit, named Bob, is “a frightening reflection on the pervasive reality of male violence.” Hauser looks to the shocking ruthlessness of Uma Thurman’s character in Kill Bill for a feminist reply to Bob’s personification of male […]
...moreWendy Willis reviews Melissa Kwasny’s Pictograph today in Rumpus Poetry.
...moreI’d propose that we learn better ways of speaking up for and protecting that space, that valley; that we prescribe uselessness as a core nutrient, one we’d surely wilt without. That we write with very fierce love.
...moreSwim Lesson No. 3 Syracuse, New York June 2012 I can’t find my bearings in this landlocked country, riverless and briny. Not waterless exactly but curveless and motionless, a chlorophyll kingdom. A viney
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