Poetry and Poetics

Seventeen Years Ago Last March: Elizabeth Bishop’s Grand Finale

by Adam Fitzgerald Art
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‘Crusoe in England’ was first published in The New Yorker in 1971, then later collected in ‘Geography III,’ perhaps Bishop’s finest single volume of poems. (Only recently I discovered the title of which was suggested to her by John Ashbery. He had found a little geography textbook of the eponymous name, and sent it to her, thinking she’d rather enjoy it. Turns out, she did.)

Insomnia

by Alina Gregorian Art
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where the heavens are shallow as the sea

very belatedly

by Zachary Pace Art
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THE WAY THINGS WORK

Big Sur, Elephant Seals, Hector Viel Temperley

by Stuart Krimko Art
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When you drive south through Big Sur, you must stop and see the elephant seals at Piedras Blancas. There were huge males on the beach on Tuesday, maybe 15 feet long, with doe-like black eyes and crumpled snouts that look like a baby bird has perched on their faces.

The Ex-Pens of Spirit

by Sarah V. Schweig Poetry and Poetics
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(Disclaimer: Ok, yes. This is a post about pens. But bear with me—I actually do have an idea here.)

Blogging through Grossman, Part 3: Poetic Promiscuity.

by Micah Towery Art
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We recent poets have two great tools at our disposal: freedom of poetic license, and freedom of publishing. Generally, we can say whatever we want, and get a significant number of people to hear what we have to say. The question is whether this freedom has led to better poetry or degeneration. Perhaps that’s not the best way to put it. The question should be, even if somebody is doing something amazing and new in poetry, would we even see it? Will we travel all this way to find that we really did need the gatekeepers of poetry??

Golden Splinter

by Evan Hansen Art
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Above is painter Sean McElroy’s “So Just Be It.” I have known Sean a long time, and I admire both his art and intellect. I was reminded of his work yesterday as I settled down with Ben Lerner’s new book of poems, Mean Free Path (Copper Canyon Press, 2010)—a book I’ve been excited to read since, well, Lerner’s last book of poems.

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.

“Prepare for Peoplery” by Christie Ann Reynolds

by Adam Fitzgerald Poems of the Week
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[Poem of the Week: 2/26/10]

Nothing to say

by Stuart Krimko Art
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I have nothing to say today, or nothing specific, only miscellany, no fashion thing has occurred to me. Here you have an image of Ferula scorodosma, the plant whose dried sap is used to make asafoetida, a rather pungent spice.

Joe Weil on Hecht’s “A Hill”

by THEthe Poetry Blog Editors Poetry and Poetics

[Interview: 2/25/2010]

The Lyric Workshop, Session 1: Theme From Shaft

by Sarah V. Schweig Academia
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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!

Google Uses Wittgenstein

by Micah Towery Art
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Canada, it’s spring-break time. We’ve already got trees budding. Actually, many schools have gotten the whole Winter Olympics off for two or three weeks of extended spring break drunkenness. I’ve been glued to CTV for the last week or so, watching my new favorite sport: curling. No joke, this game is intense.

A Cuban Sandwich and Levinas

by Joe Weil Academia
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Suppose you are reading Levinas, having a nice Cuban sandwich, minding your business, thinking about the self, the other, the other self, the otherness of self, the selfishness of other, etc, etc, and the sun slants across the legs of a woman you pretend to have a deep rapport with—striping them apricot. What do you do?

Emily Dickinson 260

by Bianca Stone Art
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Keats Revisited: “It’s Not a Well-Wrought Urn, it’s a Well of Ashes and Wine”

by Adam Fitzgerald Academia
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That urn is cold. I find it strange that several poets and scholars speak of the beauty-truth equation as the last lines of the poem. That equation has called forth so much fuss – its bald assertiveness is immensely persuasive at first hearing, then almost instantly the mind rebels against the symmetry of identity.

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