poetics

Poem of the Week

by Dawn Leas Poems of the Week
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Prayer for Topaz, 1942 Dear God, Mom said you are busy and don’t have time to listen to a little 8-year-old Negro girl from North Carolina and her foolishness, like praying for a box of candy. That would be selfish. But if it’s really important she said, then I should take it to you in […]

Poem of the Week: Ned Balbo

by Dawn Leas Poems of the Week
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First Thaw

Homer to Gluck: First Lines

by Sarah Foil Poetry and Poetics
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Our twitter and tumblr followers shared their favorite first lines of poetry.

Forgotten Poet of the day: Karl Shapiro

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics
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There are many reasons why Karl Shapiro is no longer taught or on the lips of MFA students.

Silt & Structure: An Annotation on Vincent W.J. van Gerven Oei’s Translations of the Poetry of Jean Daive

by Isaac Linder Poems of the Week
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Silt names that composition of little elements, little dangers, at the level of marks “below” that of the letter, which persist within the sanctioned space of the poem and threaten always to overturn the meaning of that sanctioned space.

“The Imminence of a Revelation Not Yet Produced”: Ashbery and the Pragmatist Sublime

by Andrew Field Poetry and Poetics
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“The imminence of a revelation not yet produced” is a remarkable formulation for describing the process of the future unfolding, and it is what I hope to signify by the term the “pragmatist sublime.”

Melodrama, MFAs, and Life as a Movie: Carina Finn talks with Lisa Marie Basile

by Lisa Marie Basile Reviews & Interviews
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I wanted to create a space where I could be honest without feeling required to adhere to some arbitrary notion of what was True.

Clubs and Societies: Introduction

by THEthe Poetry Blog Editors Red Room
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Across Australia, each state, city, suburb and street autonomously divides itself into thousands of clubs and societies.

Poetry Scenes: Chicago

by Connor Stratman Poetry and Poetics
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When I’m asked about poetry in Chicago, I’m inclined to reply with the old Quaker response: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Reflections on “The &NOW Festival of New Writing” in San Diego, 2011

by Gene Tanta Society
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Poetry and poetics matter because words create the contours of what we can do.

The Domestication of the Saints

by Stewart K. Lundy Poetry and Poetics
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The “gate keepers” of religion and of poetry are one and the same.

Memorial Day

by Lonely Christopher Poetry and Poetics
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White’s poems are mired in a period, but not stiffly so: they breathe, they surf along the pulse of memory and desire.

How to Ransack a Poem for Parts, Part II

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics
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Voice cannot be ransacked because true voice, unlike tone, may be inconsistent within its range of indicators. The ability to play a modulating voice against a consistent tone is a deep mystery of poetics—especially of what we might call the conversational poem.

SONNETS by Bernadette Mayer

by Allison Power Poetry and Poetics
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I thought I’d share some Mayer sonnets, as Valentine’s day is almost upon us. Love nor the sonnet is standard in Mayer’s world, and she highlights the possibilities/ multiplicities of poetics and of love. After all, desire doesn’t always follow a neat and tidy pattern. SONNET So long honey, don’t ever come around again, I’m […]