Joe Weil

The Book of Knowledge

by Joe Weil The Other
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So, thus far, I am both annoyed and delighted all at once, and I have a sneaking suspicion the poet would not mind that I be both annoyed (or irritated/agitated like a clam) and delighted all at once.

A Primer on Writing and Imagery (for those who want it)

by Joe Weil The Other
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You will hear in workshops: “Show, don’t tell,” but that’s a bunch of malarkey. It should be: “Show what tells.”

What Is This Thing Called Free Verse? (A primer for those who want it)

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics
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Poets want to get away with murder.

Notes and jottings for a work on the evolution of intuition and sensation in modernist / post-modernist poetry

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics
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No motion has she now, no force / she neither hears nor sees

Phronesis and Redux

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics
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Whim as a form of virtue, constancy as grace.

Contemplation on Mercy

by Joe Weil Arts & Society
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Mercy, unlike good manners or social nicety, can exist in hell.

Freedom and The Arts

by Joe Weil Arts & Society
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When I was young, I wanted to stain the world with my permanence which is why, I suppose I became a poet.

On a Flannel Shirt, Which I am Grateful for

by Joe Weil Arts & Society
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My dad dresses like Jack Kerouac–or, rather, Jack Kerouac, and Jackson Pollack, and all those guys dress like my dad: working clothes, work boots. The difference is my father doesn’t write novels. he works 12 hour days in a paper factory, comes home to throw the ball around with me, is sometimes so tired that he falls asleep eating supper at the kitchen table.

Poetry Monk

by Joe Weil Arts & Society
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Sometimes I no longer desire to teach the way I have been teaching–not because I am ungrateful, but because I wish to do a fair day’s work.

How I Stumbled Into Teaching In The Arts

by Joe Weil Arts & Society
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I can talk to kids all day. They interest me. They will never pretend to like you. For that I am forever grateful.

Learning from Arbitrary Grids

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics
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We can enter a poem in an almost limitless number of ways–through its imagery, its social underpinnings, its meaning, its rhythms, its sentence structure, its line breaks.

Poetry Editing: A Rubric

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics
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After writing a poem (never during or before the poem), ask yourself these questions.

Nat King Cole’s Genius

by Joe Weil Arts & Society
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Cole does not get enough credit for his piano playing, but then again, how do you give genius enough credit?

Thoughts on George Oppen

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics
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That morning I walked home reciting Oppen’s poem to myself, and I could not wear out the truth of it, or stop the overwhelming sense of grief and anger I felt, but also awe–awe at the child’s calm, her soft little voice, poor Kenny’s deep animal moan when her flesh sloughed off in his hand.

A Catholic Poet, Part II: Reversal of Values

by Joe Weil Arts & Society
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The world, while God-created (parent), God redeemed (child), and God haunted/inspired (Holy Spirit), is certainly not God oriented: it is motley, hidden away from God behind a thousand conflicting tropes of willfulness and streben.

The Ruined American Male: Robert Creeley

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics
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A sort of mystical reticence which, to tin ears, seems non-existent, but is the gobbled and cobbled and ruined talk of the American male.

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