Part One On Reading Q: When did you start reading? A: I was so young my older sisters had to hold the books for me, but I was never a lap reader, never a loungey reader, not one to lie about in bed, for example. I am up in my chair by the south window,...

By Laura HuzzyThe line at the box office made it look like it’d sell out. It was strange to see such a well-attended poetry reading, not that I’d never seen one before. Just ten months prior, also at NYU’s Skirball Center (which sounds like a stadium, but with its 877 seats is only a stadium...

So what makes the following, a favorite multi-media poem by Heavy Industries, work as a poem? When I play this for my students it seems very clear. The lines are simple, they move forward in a natural progression. They evoke. They repeat. Build a scene, a small narrative. They are simple statements: Yes it is....

Ah, the joys of Facebook. This picture appeared on my wall yesterday because Mr. Bowering was tagged in it. Turns out the source was his nephew who likes to play with Photofunia, a program that uses Face recognition software to place pictures in scenes such as the one above. This seems a good a place...

Invitation to subscribe for limited edition Belladonna Elders Series. Dear Friends, This year marks the tenth year of the Belladonna Series and to mark we are Celebrating Elders and publishing 8 perfect bound books–one a month! The Elders Series is guest curated. Each book, printed as one time limited editions, is beautifully designed and slightly...

It was a small, compact mirror But it was enough. He took it everywhere he went, so snug in his pocket it made a small, pleasant shape in the well sewn suit. For those rare moments he did not see himself reflected back adequately he was always prepared. I am here, he might say, here...

But it was enough. He took it everywhere he went, so snug in his pocket it made a small, pleasant shape in the well sewn suit. For those rare moments he did not see himself reflected back adequately he was always prepared. I am here, he might say, here I am.

If you’re in Canada and you want to see Colbert discussing poetry with Elizabeth Alexander you can find it here. It’s nice to see Alexander do well in this context. Particularly after all the international poetry talons descended on her poem so quickly. It wasn’t an amazing poem. Her delivery was, as Silliman points out,...

I have been blogging for several years now. I have been reading other blogs, and despite my real discomfort with commenting, I have forced myself to do so on other blogs: BookNinja, That Shakespearian Rag, and CanCult here in Canada, Harriet, the massive blog of the Poetry Foundation, in the US. Without doing an official...

To Carl Van Vechten[postmark: 25 November 1938]5 rue Christine[Paris] Dearest Papa Woojums, I have not been writing to you lately because Basket died and we like Rose in the story just cried and cried and cried. 1 We are a little better now but it is still pretty bad, and now we do not know...