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THEthe Poetry and The Red Room Company are teaming up to share poems across the oceans.

"The Waste Land" has always begged its readers to multitask, to make leaps, to be both attentive and creative readers.

[Then there is this dream with its other bright edges]

This is a kind of Stockholm Syndrome, of course (as all existentialism is), but it’s a defiant, expansive strain that’s nobody’s fool or prisoner.

The genius of Blake is his playing out the location of private and public human activity to show their psychological truth and depth.

Poems on the page are not read; they are watched.

The 8th of May: A Vow Made for the 7th of May

A review of Fast Animal by Tim Seibles

I was sitting on the throne a few minutes ago, reading Hannah Arendt.

The notes that position Eliot the person in various locales, should be read as a concession from Eliot. The impersonal poetry in impossible.

[The Meaning Comes Close]

Both indulgently prosaic and absurdly poetic, with plenty of in-jokes for computer nerds and literature nerds alike, this beautiful chapbook will make you laugh, cry, and/or hate the authors.

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.

To me the only true failure, and it is an aesthetic failure more than a moral failure, is to be blind to the beauty that lies embedded in the ferocity, and merciless vitality of life itself--the risen Lord in the daily and lowly and broken sprawl of things.

Portland just feels different.