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What are some reasons why we read poetry? Why turn to a poem over a novel, a play, a philosophical treatise?

in the orchard

The poetry improves, but the presentation of it just keeps getting worse.

Usual Resistance

These are serious books. I sometimes wonder if the young poets still know how to make “serious” art, but then I read The Backlit Hour by young Jose Antonio Rodriquez and I know they are more than capable.

La Luz Azul & St. Anthony in the Desert

On the thirteenth day of Christmas, your true love returns the partridge in a pear tree, / buys cashmere, hires the Cajun she’s philandering to murder you.

Becoming Angels & Wedding

When a few fateful re-tweets put me into contact with Egyptian-American poet and ‘seeker’ Yahia Labadidi, I never expected to come across a work with such suave girth.

Any real learning is contingent upon judicious digression.

The Prayer, The Fortieth Day, & Open House

Institutional art is an oxymoron. It's like fat free sausage. Why bother?

River Song & Profit/Margin

les figues

  OUR LADY OF THE FLOWERS, ECHOIC BY CHRIS TYSH LES FIGUES PRESS, 2013  CUNT NORTON BY DODIE BELLAMY LES FIGUES PRESS, 2013 1. Pins Ups: Covering the Classics  “I realized early on that the academy and the literary world alike — and I don't think there really is a distinction between the two — are always dominated by fools, knaves, charlatans and bureaucrats.'                           - Harold Bloom in an interview in Criticism in Society (1987), edited by Imre Salusinski  The literary landscape is a sensitive thing.  One has to be careful, especially if loaded words are used. Originality. Authenticity.  The Western Canon.  Les Figues Press throws a wrench into those hallowed notions with two new poetry collections, Our [...]

The radical poetry of 100 years ago was not radical in terms of style. It was conventional in terms of style and this doomed much of it.

The Mimic Sea is not unlike searching for a radio station: half of one song comes in like crystal, but the next is a chorus of snow.