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.
[Ode to the The]
The more things same, the more they same the change.
Things change by staying the same.
Things stay the same by changing.
Whitman seeks to establish a taxonomy of poetry, a system classifying what is good poetry, what bad, but the structure he establishes keeps collapsing.
While all this is magical, it’s really just a sideshow to the main attraction: For 10 straight weeks, I have all the free time in the world to write, write, write.
A focus on the human person allows White to cut right to the heart of cultural issues without getting lost or tossed around in the media firestorms that accompany cultural events.
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If you’re going to talk about such things as parallel universes, multiple lives, determinism and free will is not the video game a reputable analog?
There should be a warning on the cover of Moby-Dick. Beware, it should say, reading this will require blood.
We are always towards an abstraction, one way or the other, but the use of detail, how we emphasize or mute, or play with an image is at the heart of contemporary poetics.
These poems thread and rethread the nature of identity—in theology and philosophy, called the problem of haecceity.
Mary Karr and Christopher Robinson discuss Heather McHugh’s poem “I Knew I’d Sing.”
Last week we made the exciting announcement that Ben Pease’s Scattered Rhymes podcast was making itself a home at THEthe.
[Poem of the Week: Maya Funaro and Colie Hoffman]
Amid labyrinthine syntax, Timothy Donnelly is battling a kind of Minotaur: half-self, half-metaphysical conundrum; Donnelly’s sword is his mind.
We have seven hues, a silver gyre, seven swords of vision, and a prophet’s flaming tyre. Beats me as to what Campbell means, but almost all lyrical poems contain such moments of high gibberish.
One senses Zapruder has only been thinking of his subjects only for as long as it takes him to write the poem: they’re happening, as opposed to happened.
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