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James Wright: Depressed by a Book of Bad Poetry, I Walk Toward an Unused Pasture and Invite the Insects to Join Me

The old grasshoppers
Are tired, they leap heavily now,
Their thighs are burdened.
I want to hear them, they have clear sounds to make.

August 30, 2019 · 5 Comments

Virginia Woolf: Becoming an Artist

Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet is the truth about this vast mass that we call the world. But there is no Shakespeare, there is no Beethoven; certainly and emphatically there is no God; we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.

August 17, 2019 · Leave a comment

John Samuel Tieman: Variations

I heard the history
of the Huberman Stradivarius
how it was stolen and painted
with shoe polish to hide it

July 11, 2019 · Leave a comment

Lynn Emanuel: Some Notes on Intoxication and Simile

If my mother had not been an alcoholic, I might not have been a poet.

June 23, 2019 · 1 Comment

Louie Skipper: How did John Keats breathe

Where is the bronze statue to the drunk
who shared a cell
in the Concord jail with Thoreau?

May 9, 2019 · Leave a comment

Yahya Frederickson: What I Learn About Poetry in Yemen

 Sana’a What I learn about poetry in Yemen, I learn at a sidewalk café off Zubairi Street, one of the main streets in Sana’a named after the poet who fomented … Continue reading

December 6, 2018 · 4 Comments

Clarissa Pinkola Estés: The Four Rabbinim

One night four rabbinim were visited by an angel who awakened them and carried them to the Seventh Vault of the Seventh Heaven. There they beheld the sacred Wheel of … Continue reading

November 29, 2018 · 2 Comments

David Huddle: Composition as Ethical Inquiry

A man who has faith, intelligence, and cultivation will show that in his work. –Walker Evans I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always … Continue reading

November 3, 2018 · Leave a comment

Al Maginnes: Source

Out of sore feet, out of roadsides sooted with dusk, out of gravel, jeweled crumbs of shattered glass, out   of the wide gesture of the hand toward heaven, out … Continue reading

October 18, 2018 · 2 Comments

Djelloul Marbrook: The donnée as entry to the temple

A crucial point in the making of some poems, especially long ones, arrives when the poet must decide whether to push through a kind of caesura in the process. That’s the … Continue reading

January 28, 2018 · 2 Comments

Doug Anderson: Poem

I can’t help but write it, get up in the morning and there it is. Useless, worth nothing on the market. No piece of oil field technology, nor can it … Continue reading

January 26, 2018 · 1 Comment

Molly Fisk: A Brief for the Defense

The other night I was eating dinner with some friends and the conversation turned, as it does these days, toward the coming apocalypse. There was some talk about Victory Gardens, … Continue reading

September 28, 2017 · 5 Comments

Paul Christensen: Images

One powerful image can overthrow the whole decaying edifice of empiricism and thrust us back into the medieval mind of gods, miracles, witches, and the wonders of an empowered and … Continue reading

September 11, 2017 · Leave a comment

Stephen Dobyns: Ducks

For David Fenza Warm in my truck by the lighthouse at Watch Hill on a sunny morning in mid-winter, I observe the ducks bobbing among ice-covered rocks and think of … Continue reading

June 25, 2017 · 4 Comments

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