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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.

Grad school: Don't go. That is, don't go--unless you must.

We're pleased to announce that Ben Pease's Scattered Rhymes podcast is going to become the official podcast of THEthe!

[Recording: Joe Weil]

I try to tell my students that professionalism can be murderous. It can not offer what poetry truly has to give. It can succeed at the level of men, but it can not fail at the level of the truly profound and meaningful pact we make with love, beyond, and perhaps, because of our futility.

[Poem of the Week: Rosanne Wasserman]

Forgiveness is therefore the very life of conversation and the heart of discourse. Without a constant flow of forgiveness even disagreement is impossible.

All metaphors are, eventually, false, inaccurate, distortians of reality. Reality itself is a distortion. Frost--the conservative--said as much.

If James Franco's first name had been Ben, it would take very little to convince me that he is, in fact, the 24-hour multimedia reincarnation of the original King of Enterprise and Toil, Benjamin Franklin.

Sondheim isn’t a man to cloud the expression of his judgments with considerations like politeness or collegial complicity. Were his rivals still alive, they might want to take out a contract on him.