elegy

Poetry Speaks with its Hands

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics

Poetry Speaks with its Hands

By Joe Weil

My theory of narrative is that it is arc, gesture, syntactical force the most common of which is what we call a story, but not exclusive to story.

Dec
07
2011
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My theory of narrative is that it is arc, gesture, syntactical force the most common of which is what we call a story, but not exclusive to story.

The Old Rocker

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics

The Old Rocker

By Joe Weil

It was the sort of chair working class people purchased on the way up along with the upright spinet to prove they were no longer poor.

Oct
21
2011
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It was the sort of chair working class people purchased on the way up along with the upright spinet to prove they were no longer poor.

On Poetry and Loss

by Joe Weil Memoir

On Poetry and Loss

By Joe Weil

The handling of such overwhelming material is first and last, a question of form. Grief, loss, outrage, must be made portable.

Apr
27
2011
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The handling of such overwhelming material is first and last, a question of form. Grief, loss, outrage, must be made portable.

Ben Lerner’s “Mean Free Path”

by Evan Hansen Reviews & Interviews

Ben Lerner’s “Mean Free Path”

By Evan Hansen

What if I made you hear this as music
But not how you mean that. The slow beam
Opened me up. Walls walked through me
Like resonant waves. I thought that maybe
If you aren’t too busy, we could spend our lives
Parting in stations, promising to write
War and Peace, this time with feeling
As bullets leave their luminous traces across
Wait, I wasn’t finished, I was going to say
Breakwaters echo long lines of cloud

Apr
04
2010
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What if I made you hear this as music
But not how you mean that. The slow beam
Opened me up. Walls walked through me
Like resonant waves. I thought that maybe
If you aren’t too busy, we could spend our lives
Parting in stations, promising to write
War and Peace, this time with feeling
As bullets leave their luminous traces across
Wait, I wasn’t finished, I was going to say
Breakwaters echo long lines of cloud

Alexander McQueen, RIP

by Stuart Krimko Music

Alexander McQueen, RIP

By Stuart Krimko

I’m don’t consider myself a comfortable elegist (is anyone?), but reading of Alexander McQueen’s death this morning forces me to take up the mantle. I’m not a huge fashion-buff, but I made the walk past the McQueen store on 14th Street a highlight of my daily commute when I worked in Chelsea. His clothes seemed [...]

Feb
11
2010
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I’m don’t consider myself a comfortable elegist (is anyone?), but reading of Alexander McQueen’s death this morning forces me to take up the mantle. I’m not a huge fashion-buff, but I made the walk past the McQueen store on 14th Street a highlight of my daily commute when I worked in Chelsea. His clothes seemed [...]