Allison Power

Poem of the Week: Paul Violi

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[Three Poems]

Poem of the Week: Ashleigh Allen

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[Be Frank, Franco]

Poem of the Week: Kevin Shea

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[As Far as Height’s Concerned]

Poem of the Week: Aaron Simon

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[Terracotta Lawyers]

Some David Schubert Poems You May Not Know

by Allison Power Poetry and Poetics
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I reached a point where there was no
Use going on: my companion said, “Do not waken
The watchman, do not shout, he will die
Of shock if you make the slightest
Sound.” I stood in the utter darkness,
Cold. Without evidence of myself.

The Lost Painting

by Allison Power Art
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In honor of the 400th anniversary of Caravaggio’s death, the Scuderie del Quirinale in Rome is hosting the most major exhibition of his work in, well,—ever.

WHAT’S YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD TIME?

by Allison Power Poetry and Poetics
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In 1977, Bill Berkson and Bernadette Mayer began a kind of interview correspondence where with they exchanged questions and answers on a variety of topics.

TRACKING THE MARVELOUS

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“Isn’t it a heavenly spot to live in!” cried Grace. “Have a dill pickle.” The studio was divided in two—the rear half was the work space of her friend Alfred Leslie, who soon made his appearance.

SONNETS by Bernadette Mayer

by Allison Power Poetry and Poetics
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I thought I’d share some Mayer sonnets, as Valentine’s day is almost upon us. Love nor the sonnet is standard in Mayer’s world, and she highlights the possibilities/ multiplicities of poetics and of love. After all, desire doesn’t always follow a neat and tidy pattern. SONNET So long honey, don’t ever come around again, I’m […]