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Adrian Blevins: Our Maine Ruinlust

“What we seek, at the deepest level, is inwardly to resemble, rather than physically to possess, the objects and places that touch us through their beauty.”

April 20, 2019 · Leave a comment

Adrian Blevins: My Problem with the Rules

If my nine-year-old son behaves in any manner contrary to the rules and regulations by which humankind has agreed to conduct itself since the day we got civilized and invented … Continue reading

August 31, 2017 · 4 Comments

Michael Simms: A Note from the Editor on the Vagaries of Publishing Poetry on the Internet

Once again, a poet has emailed me, peeved that a poem of hers that appeared in Vox Populi is not anything like the version she sent me. The line-endings and … Continue reading

February 6, 2016 · 65 Comments

Adrian Blevins: Nouns in their Habitats

New Pilgrims at Tinker Creek: I read Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek for the first time when I was about fourteen years old. I don’t remember now what I … Continue reading

April 25, 2015 · 3 Comments

Adrian Blevins: Portrait of my X

I met him nearly twenty years ago in an early morning college yard and in all this time he has changed very little. Nothing about being alive exasperates me more … Continue reading

April 18, 2015 · 9 Comments

Adrian Blevins: My Mother’s First Husband

My mother’s first husband, who was the first mentally ill person I ever met, rents storage spaces all over D.C. He saves in crate after carton after crate: paper towel … Continue reading

April 9, 2015 · 60 Comments

Adrian Blevins: What Makes Us Lose Our Minds

You find out about people like Nigel in little bits and pieces, anyway. It happens while you’re wondering whether the hills might in another country look like white elephants until … Continue reading

April 3, 2015 · Leave a comment

Adrian Blevins: Of Madmen and Spies

I take as my theme the mentally ill, understanding as I do just how tepid the bathwater is. So let’s not neglect for a moment the voyeur’s own affliction—her writerly … Continue reading

March 27, 2015 · 1 Comment

Adrian Blevins: Late-Breaking Yew-Berry News from the Madman’s Love Shack

The catalogue of infractions I have committed against this world would overflow a small library, for what it’s worth. I pilfered a pack of gum before I could talk; I … Continue reading

March 22, 2015 · 3 Comments

Adrian Blevins: Word Gluttons and Rhythm Sluts, Book Letches and Paragraph Drunks — The Magic of Metaphor

We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.                  –Pablo Picasso With your permission I’d like to take a few minutes … Continue reading

March 14, 2015 · 4 Comments

Adrian Blevins: In Praise of the Sentence

What do cocktail party talk and poetry have in common? Like Barbara Hamby at the end of her gorgeous “Millennium Rave,” I come to praise the sentence in poetry “in … Continue reading

March 7, 2015 · 1 Comment

Adrian Blevins: An Ode to the Erection

I sing, for my daughter, of shanks and shafts and the endearing contrast between the mind’s affairs and the body’s undiscriminating inclinations.

February 28, 2015 · 9 Comments

Adrian Blevins: If the Universe Sends Me a Grip

I’ll drop my Ajax and say something else, but this is about how my full-to-bursting motherliness—my pasty yield to the sweaty troops of me and the dad in the bed … Continue reading

February 10, 2015 · 1 Comment

Adrian Blevins: Bloodline

O, high as crazy hell and blasé like rocks was how he seemed to want to play it there in the hospital with his hands knit loose behind his head … Continue reading

February 5, 2015 · 2 Comments

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