Adam Sol: Unveiling Human Feeling in Karen Solie’s “Untitled”
Untitled You’re still young. Someone curled an arm around you as you slept, and upon awaking gently touched your face. The first sound you heard today was a bird, a note of origin, before traffic. It’s...
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Laura Broadbent reads Erin Moure
Document 29 (French thinking) from O Cidadan To enable a language (returning) is also to allow intrusions, and to enable intrusions or their possibility as part of the cultural order. An overlap...
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Catherine Owen on Muriel Ruykeyser
Boy with His Hair Cut Short Sunday shuts down on this twentieth-century evening. The L passes. Twilight and bulb define the brown room, the overstuffed plum sofa, the boy, and the girl’s thin hands...
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Wanda O’Connor on Robin Blaser
The City wept by a pool midway, the lover’s conversation claimed itself like the old head of the wandering Jew painted on leather, the head follows the voice, a...
View ArticleThe Poneme: Elliptical Machines
Darcie Dennigan runs a reading series in Providence, and a couple of years ago I bumped into my old friend Leeore on the street outside the bar that hosts the readings. Leeore, a musician and novelist,...
View ArticleThe Poneme: Wrong Words
Samuel Taylor Coleridge defined poetry as “the best words in their best order,” which I have long misremembered as “the right words in the right order,” one of those double-positives that seems to fall...
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Chris Hutchinson on Gabe Foreman
Kleptomaniacs As long as you keep an open mind about the thing you seek, it’s always in the first place you look. Gabe Foreman, A Complete Encyclopedia of Different Types of People “The rich have...
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A Guy on the Rack, Falling in Love: An Anti-Interview with Jim Smith
JIM SMITH’s many books include the recent Back Off, Assassin! New and Selected Poems (Mansfield Press, 2009) and Happy Birthday, Nicanor Parra (Mansfield Press, 2012). His magazine, The Front, lasted...
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Will Vallières on Rae Armantrout
Custom We maintain a critical distance from the sad spaniel gentlemen in cravats on the plaid duvet at the Custom Hotel, Los Angeles. We are so over it. We fly from terminal to terminal almost...
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Poetry Doesn’t Care: An Interview with Rachel Rose
Melissa Bull: Giving My Body to Science is a book I received as a gift when I was maybe twenty or twenty one years old. I have re-read some of those poems so often that I know them by heart,...
View ArticleThe Poneme: The Godlike Thought
When on occasion I teach poetry, one of the main things I try to instill in my students is, to quote Spicer, “Poet, be like God.” To go from trying to write poetry to really writing poetry, there’s a...
View ArticleKen Babstock on Les Murray
PIGS by Les Murray Us all on sore cement was we. Not warmed then with glares. Not glutting mush under that pole the lightning’s tied to. No farrow-shit in milk to make us randy. Us back in cool...
View ArticleHow Poems Work: Ken Babstock on David O’Meara
Field-Crossing by DAVID O’MEARA The clover’s razed; the ground is autumn-hard. The land bristles in a ragged frame. I’m on the far end, watching weightless clouds hastened by wind, the day dark but...
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Chris Hutchinson on Gabe Foreman
Kleptomaniacs As long as you keep an open mind about the thing you seek, it’s always in the first place you look. Gabe Foreman, A Complete Encyclopedia of Different Types of People “The rich have...
View ArticleLisa Robertson on Dionne Brand
Dionne Brand In another place, not here, a woman might touch something between beauty and nowhere, back there and here, might pass hand over hand her own trembling life, but I have tried to imagine a...
View ArticleKen Babstock on Helen Humphreys
Installation BY HELEN HUMPHREYS What we make doesn’t recover from us. Twisted scaffold, trellis of rust. This is how we will be gone. The steel hull grinning with rivets. Shiny notes of chrome swinging...
View ArticleKen Babstock on Glyn Maxwell
PORTOBELLO by Glyn Maxwell When you were the one reading My palm, in the second hour of our one life, And I, sitting back for good and noticing white stuff Suddenly falling on Portobello and staying,...
View ArticleLisa Robertson on Peter Culley
The Provisions BY PETER CULLEY Between the storms of October And the storms of March the deep, wide trench Of this afternoon, one of a series making up This temporal lapse, this interregnum In which we...
View ArticleMichael Redhill on Lisa Robertson
Click on poem to advance. [[Show as slideshow]]Monday — From The Weather, New Star Books (2001) And poetry can also be sculpture, or at least more like sculpture than it’s like conversation. Lisa...
View ArticleKen Babstock on Paul Muldoon
HOW POEMS WORK KEN BABSTOCK Hay By Paul Muldoon This much I know. Just as I’m about to make that right turn off Province Line Road I meet another beat-up Volvo carrying a load of hay. (More...
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