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On Reading & Reviewing: Anita Lahey

On Reading & Reviewing: Anita Lahey

When I was editing poetry reviews for Arc Poetry Magazine, I had my radar tuned for pieces that were mean-spirited, careless or just plain blind. These sins, however, were rare, and when caught (usually) easily addressed. What troubled me more was reticence, reserve—any smokescreen cloaking the reviewer’s true feelings. I believe a review should offer...
In Conversation: Ben Fama & Kate Durbin

In Conversation: Ben Fama & Kate Durbin

Ben Fama: I want to start by asking about something that occurred several months ago on the Hyperallergic site. You’d co-written The Teen-Girl Tumblr Aesthetic, an article about tumblr users who display an aesthetic that is “immediate, hyper-embodied, raw and vulnerable,” tying it to the recent death of tumblr user Elisa Lam, who drowned in...
Alex Porco: Alice Burdick's Notebooks

Alex Porco: Alice Burdick’s Notebooks

Alice Burdick’s Notebooks: A Gallery [Note: during the summer of 2013, Canadian poet Alice Burdick shared her personal “notebooks” with me. These notebooks cover the period between 1991 and 2003. They include doodles, drawings, portraits, collages, as well as early drafts and fragments of poems. The following gallery of images showcases a small yet representative...

Maureen Latta: Moon Boy

The whole evening felt off. Right from the start. Trace’s townhouse is across the street from my house, a few blocks toward Cataraqui mall. And, this evening, her stepfather answers the door. Trace’s stepdad is usually up north working on a pipeline, which is fine with Trace because she hates him. Simple as that. Hates....
Rachel Careau: Four Fictions

Rachel Careau: Four Fictions

Anatomy Lesson On November 29 the remains of a pigeon lie along the path of my morning walk—the wings, the spine, two crabbed feet, other inedible parts. Between November 27 and December 24 they lie one day to the right of the path, the next to the left, and the next again to the right....
Catherine Bush: Accusation

Catherine Bush: Accusation

from Accusation, Goose Lane Editions, 2013. What am I supposed to do, he shouted.  His voice dropped, contrite.  I’m sorry.  Raymond Renaud’s hand reached out across the car, as if to touch Sara’s arm, before skidding away.  Behind the wheel, steering the car through the night, she had a sudden image of Raymond flying through the...
Etgar Keret: Cramps

Etgar Keret: Cramps

That night I dreamt that I was a forty-year old woman, and my husband was a retired colonel. He was running a community center in a poor neighborhood, and his social skills were shit. His workers hated him, because he kept yelling at them. They complained that he treated them like they were in basic...
Ken Babstock on Paul Muldoon

Ken 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 accurately, a bale of lucerne on the roof rack, a bale of lucerne or fescue...
Ken Babstock on Glyn Maxwell

Ken 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, You couldn’t for all the books in the world have learned More than one watching us, Who buttered his...
Ken Babstock on Helen Humphreys

Ken 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 from the stave of the wrecker’s wall. Those we loved and nothing for that. The moon a chalk circle over dark...
How Poems Work: Ken Babstock on David O'Meara

How 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 huge with a muscled rustling. A hydro pole impales the midriff of the field — a world-tree ripe with announcements; a pivot staking...
Heather Cromarty: on Pain Porn and Complicity

Heather Cromarty: on Pain Porn and Complicity

While reading Pain, Porn and Complicity my mind kept returning to that bizarre Stephen Marche interview of Megan Fox in Esquire.  It was mysteriously bad.  It was doesn’t-make-sense bad.  At the time I thought Marche had played his hand early on in the piece, when he wrote “the symmetry of her face, up close, is...
Michael Crummey: Two Poems

Michael Crummey: Two Poems

COCK TEASE She had a raw mouth for twelve, barely-there breasts and a name that made her reckless and surly by turns. She liked to be touched and could see it might be her undoing, she fended off advances with savage fatalism or shifted just out of reach like a sunbather avoiding a creeping block...
Ken Babstock on Les Murray

Ken 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 god-shit. We ate crisp. We nosed up good rank in the tunnelled bush. Us all fuckers then....
Erin Moure: the unmemntioable

Erin Moure: the unmemntioable

Erín Moure is a translator from French, Spanish, Galician, and Portuguese and the author of fourteen books of poetry. She has received the Governor General’s Award, the Pat Lowther Memorial Award, the A. M. Klein Prize, and has been a three-time finalist for the Griffin Poetry Prize. She lives in Montreal. The Unmemntioable is reprinted...
Dorothea Lasky: Three Poems

Dorothea Lasky: Three Poems

PEOPLE DO REALLY BAD THINGS People do really bad things But I don’t pay attention to most of them I knew that Alex was my real friend When he told me the one night That true love can not be calculated or contained Despite the orb of blue fire I always hold right up to...
Yekaterina Samutsevich: Closing Statement at the Pussy Riot Trial

Yekaterina Samutsevich: Closing Statement at the Pussy Riot Trial

by hecksinductionhour | August 8, 2012 · 7:40 pm Yekaterina Samutsevich: Closing Statement at the Pussy Riot Trial Yekaterina Samutsevich, defendant in the criminal case against the feminist punk group Pussy Riot: In the closing statement, the defendant is expected to repent, express regret for their deeds or enumerate attenuating circumstances. In my case, as...
Ben Hynes on Erica Baum's 'Dog Ear'

Ben Hynes on Erica Baum’s ‘Dog Ear’

Embedded in our current moment is the unique opportunity to interrogate the manner in which we conceive of what it means to read. A materiality that was once self-evident – i.e., you read a book, or a sign, or a magazine – in the relationship between a text and the act of reading has receded...
Betty White Says...

Betty White Says…

 

On Reviewing Natalie Walschots

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? NZW: The purpose of a review, be it a book review or an album review, is to communicate with that text’s potential audience, to place the text...

In which the Hound imitates a mic stand

For Michael Nardone. The next Synapse reading will have a real mic stand. Promise. Michael Nardone’s piece was incredible, by the way. I did my best not to respond as the lines were read, but they were great. Surprising. 

From the Office for Soft Architecture’s Department of Appliance Lore

Genius. More here. All good. What Does it Cost to Change the World? from WikiLeaks on Vimeo via Techpresident  –The Office for Soft Architecture, La Malgache, France

From the Office for Soft Architecture’s Department of Appliance Lore

Tasty bits from the London Review of Books. –The Office for Soft Architecture, La Malgache, France

Michael Nardone: On Colin Fulton

—- What are the phonemes within phenomena? What is their speak and how are they sounded? How does a phrase issue outward from event? What is the name of the pleasure that overcomes one when a string of words fastens itself to some unintended destination? How is it that a sentence takes hold? Colin Fulton’s...

Michael Nardone: Some Versions of Furniture Music

Kenneth Goldsmith, on Satie: In the midst of an art opening at a Paris gallery in 1902, Ambient music was born. Erik Satie and his cronies, after begging everyone in the gallery to ignore them, broke out into what they called Furniture Music–that is, background music–music as wallpaper, music to be purposely not listened to....