The Weekend Read: Julie Sheehan
Sham Pantoum I believe in freedom. And so, I believeIn freedom. I believe in the policyOf freedom. Police freedom, I Believe, is the course to victory.Political freedom to believeI believe in. Freedom, I believe, Is polite. I believe I saidOf freedom (Police!), freedom IBelieve is the course. To Victory, Political freedom to believe.In freedom I...
On Reviewing: rob mclennan
LH: What do you think the purpose of a review is? If you also write about books on a blog, why? What does blogging let you do differently? rm: Well, coming late to the conversation (as Babstock said of himself, as well), I’m uncertain as to what I could add that hasn’t already been said....
The Gatekeepers and the Glass Ceiling, Notes Toward an Essay on The Count
“The gatekeepers of literary culture—at least at magazines—are still primarily male.” If these gatekeepers are showing a gender bias, there’s not much room to make it up later. Let’s make something very clear: no one wants to have these conversations. Particularly women. Or particularly whoever is outside of these gates. They are a bother. They...
The Scientific Instruments in Holbein’s Ambassadors: A Re-Examination via Vanessa Place
The Scientific Instruments in Holbein’s Ambassadors: A Re-Examination Vision is ordered according to a mode that may generally be called the function of images. Anamorphosis is a distorted projection or perspective requiring the viewer to use special devices or occupy a specific vantage point to reconstitute the image. “Ana – morphosis” comes from the Greek...
Silver Car Sessions, Episode 10
We met poet Gary Barwin and his blue car in Montreal. He had a whistle.
From the Office for Soft Architecture’s Department of Appliance Lore
Stupendous favourite film Nathalie Granger: and part 2: a key scene w the very young Depardieu, Jeanne Moreau, Lucia Bosé, shot in Duras’ country house.–Lisa Robertson, Vancouver
The Weekend Read: Nada Gordon
BURST To come open or flyapart suddenly orviolently, especiallyfrom internal pressure.The sky erupts. Citiesdarken, food spoilsand homes fall silent.Civilization collapses incolor and noise — andjust a tinge of sadness:burst sunk penguins gofrom eyesore to eye-popping, and the explosionof the firecrackersawoke the heavy raindescends, the swollen torrentscome, and the winds blowand burst upon the house,and it...
The Selling of Poetry
Well yes, it is a commodity. And it’s the kind of commodity that is more fun apparently to produce than it is to consume. And so the dance of
Silver Car Sessions, Episode 9
Highway poet-hound Sina Queyras sits in the non-lemon for some silvery-red-glossy words about mourning, materiality and bacon.
A Valentine for…
“A Valentine to Sherwood Anderson” read by Stein herself. Or this bit of silliness:
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