There’ll Be Heartache
I loved them without hope–the way it should be.
“Bend to It” swings to and fro as if buffeted by a hurricane.
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The Catalogue: Eight
I want to start with a problem: an overwhelming, close to paralyzing sense that an essay about John Ashbery’s poetry is like a representational critique of a cubist painting.
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The Poetry Object encourages young writers and their teachers submit poems and photographs about objects that are special to them.
Exile: an invitation to a struggle
Whim as a form of virtue, constancy as grace.
HOW A THING TURNS WRETCHED
Are Michael Bay’s Transformers movies and the trend of using drones for assassination part of the same moral sickness?
Mercy, unlike good manners or social nicety, can exist in hell.
The Ventriloquist’s Lament
When I was young, I wanted to stain the world with my permanence which is why, I suppose I became a poet.
If the hipster makes art that is everywhere, does the marginalized maker make art that is nowhere?
Attempts to Get Oats Into this Poem
The Master of Ceremonies
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