Sarah V. Schweig

What’s Astonishing: Polina Barskova’s The Zoo in Winter and Austin LaGrone’s Oyster Perpetual

by Sarah V. Schweig Reviews & Interviews

What’s Astonishing: Polina Barskova’s The Zoo in Winter and Austin LaGrone’s Oyster Perpetual

By Sarah V. Schweig

Any review of literature in translation is also a review of the translation. And in this act, the review is also, in part, a comment on the endeavor of translation itself.

Apr
26
2012
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Any review of literature in translation is also a review of the translation. And in this act, the review is also, in part, a comment on the endeavor of translation itself.

Poem of the Week: Brittany Perham

by Sarah V. Schweig Poems of the Week

Poem of the Week: Brittany Perham

By Sarah V. Schweig

[In a Familiar City]

Jul
29
2011
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[In a Familiar City]

Poem of the Week: Jason Labbe

by Sarah V. Schweig Poems of the Week

Poem of the Week: Jason Labbe

By Sarah V. Schweig

[Blue Note]

Jul
21
2011
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[Blue Note]

Poem of the Week: Laura Eve Engel

by Sarah V. Schweig Poems of the Week

Poem of the Week: Laura Eve Engel

By Sarah V. Schweig

[Known Quantity]

Jul
14
2011
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[Known Quantity]

Poem of the Week: Peter Kline

by Sarah V. Schweig Poems of the Week

Poem of the Week: Peter Kline

By Sarah V. Schweig

[Love-Busker]

Jul
07
2011
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[Love-Busker]

Ur Poems: Sarah V. Schweig

by Sarah V. Schweig Memoir

Ur Poems: Sarah V. Schweig

By Sarah V. Schweig

The first poem I ever loved was The Raven. Specifically, one line from the poem haunted me when I was young, and still does: “The silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain.”

Feb
25
2011
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The first poem I ever loved was The Raven. Specifically, one line from the poem haunted me when I was young, and still does: “The silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain.”

This Just In From the Void

by Sarah V. Schweig Poetry and Poetics

This Just In From the Void

By Sarah V. Schweig

Sestets is what it seems to be and a lot more: a small book of small poems that resurrect what they can from the nothingness.

Jan
10
2011
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Sestets is what it seems to be and a lot more: a small book of small poems that resurrect what they can from the nothingness.

Anton Chekhov’s Letter to Dmitry V. Grigorovich

by Sarah V. Schweig

Anton Chekhov’s Letter to Dmitry V. Grigorovich

By Sarah V. Schweig

(The elderly novelist to whom this letter is addressed won his reputation in the middle of the century and was thus a survivor of the Golden Age of Russian literature.  He had written to young Chekhov, with whom he was not acquainted, hailing him as the outstanding writer of his generation and urging him to [...]

Apr
21
2010

(The elderly novelist to whom this letter is addressed won his reputation in the middle of the century and was thus a survivor of the Golden Age of Russian literature.  He had written to young Chekhov, with whom he was not acquainted, hailing him as the outstanding writer of his generation and urging him to [...]

TheThe

by Sarah V. Schweig TheThe Poetry Blog

TheThe

By Sarah V. Schweig

The time has come to reveal (I think) the source (for those who don’t already know) of The The Poetry’s name, namely, “The Man on the Dump” by Wallace Stevens.

Mar
31
2010
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The time has come to reveal (I think) the source (for those who don’t already know) of The The Poetry’s name, namely, “The Man on the Dump” by Wallace Stevens.

NOTES ON NOISE

by Sarah V. Schweig Music

NOTES ON NOISE

By Sarah V. Schweig

People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share…
-Paul Simon

Music, I regret to say, affects me merely as an arbitrary succession of more or less irritating sounds….
-Vladimir Nabokov

To my wife Anne, without whose silence this book never would have been written.
-Philip K. Dick, dedication page from The Man in the High Castle

Mar
24
2010
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People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share…
-Paul Simon

Music, I regret to say, affects me merely as an arbitrary succession of more or less irritating sounds….
-Vladimir Nabokov

To my wife Anne, without whose silence this book never would have been written.
-Philip K. Dick, dedication page from The Man in the High Castle

Paying and Being Paid

by Sarah V. Schweig Academia

Paying and Being Paid

By Sarah V. Schweig

I’d caught glimpses of them before. Maybe I’d been up very late and into the morning, taking the Brooklyn-bound train from Manhattan and had seen them standing with briefcases on platforms waiting for trains. Maybe I woke bright and early for my hangover, craving Naked Juice and sparkling water from the corner bodega. Maybe I had wild notions of pretending I had a nine-to-five writing schedule so that there would be an end to the thankless work.

Mar
17
2010
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I’d caught glimpses of them before. Maybe I’d been up very late and into the morning, taking the Brooklyn-bound train from Manhattan and had seen them standing with briefcases on platforms waiting for trains. Maybe I woke bright and early for my hangover, craving Naked Juice and sparkling water from the corner bodega. Maybe I had wild notions of pretending I had a nine-to-five writing schedule so that there would be an end to the thankless work.

As If She Were a Symbol of Something

by Sarah V. Schweig Aesthetics

As If She Were a Symbol of Something

By Sarah V. Schweig

Before I post my regularly scheduled post, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I give you an excerpt from James Joyce’s “The Dead.”

Mar
17
2010
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Before I post my regularly scheduled post, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I give you an excerpt from James Joyce’s “The Dead.”

Waverly Gate

by Sarah V. Schweig Academia

Waverly Gate

By Sarah V. Schweig

A certain esteemed professor requires that those enrolled in his poetry workshop meet with him in his downtown studio apartment, right off Washington Square.

Mar
10
2010
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A certain esteemed professor requires that those enrolled in his poetry workshop meet with him in his downtown studio apartment, right off Washington Square.

The Ex-Pens of Spirit

by Sarah V. Schweig Poetry and Poetics

The Ex-Pens of Spirit

By Sarah V. Schweig

(Disclaimer: Ok, yes. This is a post about pens. But bear with me—I actually do have an idea here.)

Mar
03
2010
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(Disclaimer: Ok, yes. This is a post about pens. But bear with me—I actually do have an idea here.)

The Lyric Workshop, Session 1: Theme From Shaft

by Sarah V. Schweig Academia

The Lyric Workshop, Session 1: Theme From Shaft

By Sarah V. Schweig

PROFESSOR: Mary Ann, would you mind reading your poem aloud so that we can hear it in your own voice?

MARY ANN: Absolutely. Ahem.

Who’s the black private dick
That’s a sex machine to all the chicks?
SHAFT!
Ya damn right!

Feb
24
2010
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PROFESSOR: Mary Ann, would you mind reading your poem aloud so that we can hear it in your own voice?

MARY ANN: Absolutely. Ahem.

Who’s the black private dick
That’s a sex machine to all the chicks?
SHAFT!
Ya damn right!

The Super Happy Fun Poem Challenge of the Day in Three Steps

by Sarah V. Schweig Poetry and Poetics

The Super Happy Fun Poem Challenge of the Day in Three Steps

By Sarah V. Schweig

1) Read the following poem by James Wright: Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio In the Shreve High football stadium, I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville, And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood, And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel, Dreaming of heroes. All the proud fathers [...]

Feb
17
2010
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1) Read the following poem by James Wright: Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio In the Shreve High football stadium, I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville, And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood, And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel, Dreaming of heroes. All the proud fathers [...]

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