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  • How Poems Work

Ken Babstock on John Degen

  • Posted on June 10, 2013September 26, 2013
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HOW POEMS WORK KEN BABSTOCK Reluctance BY JOHN DEGEN from the air, the city cloaks itself in nature, patchy, black-green forests and empty roads beyond the runway fence, the blood-brown…

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Nicholas Papaxanthos on Dean Young

  • Posted on June 7, 2013September 26, 2013
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Dean Young’s Word Triplets We could say that there is a narrative to these three words: brick, blood-drop, red feather, which entails the passage from inert material to mortal flesh…

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Michael Redhill on Margaret Avison

  • Posted on June 6, 2013September 4, 2013
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TWO POEMS BY MARGARET AVISON APRIL Dark like a handful of cool gray silk. Clocks strike the hour. Out in the clear-gleaming sky a robin’s song, silence unravelling. The trees…

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Lisa Robertson on John Clare

  • Posted on June 6, 2013September 26, 2013
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Emmonsail’s Heath in Winter BY JOHN CLARE I love to see the old heath’s withered brake Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling, While the old heron from the…

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Lisa Robertson on Denise Riley

  • Posted on June 4, 2013May 3, 2017
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Here is a clear fragment broken off from the perennial drama of girlhood, the vastness and vibration of summer air all around it. The waves sound their regular metre through…

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Susannah M. Smith on Walter Benjamin

  • Posted on May 20, 2013September 9, 2013
  • by Wanda

Peering into Walter Benjamin’s Archive I don’t know you, WB. I don’t know you at all. I’m thinking of the way people seem to hear about you serendipitously, repeatedly. I’m…

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Ken Babstock on Paul Muldoon

  • Posted on May 15, 2013September 9, 2013
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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…

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Michael Redhill on Lisa Robertson

  • Posted on May 10, 2013September 9, 2013
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Click on poem to advance. Monday — From The Weather, New Star Books (2001) And poetry can also be sculpture, or at least more like sculpture than it’s like conversation. Lisa…

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Lisa Robertson on Peter Culley

  • Posted on May 9, 2013September 9, 2013
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The Provisions BY PETER CULLEY Between the storms of October And the storms of March the deep, wide trench Of this afternoon, one of a series making up This temporal…

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Ken Babstock on Glyn Maxwell

  • Posted on May 7, 2013September 9, 2013
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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…

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Ken Babstock on Helen Humphreys

  • Posted on May 6, 2013September 9, 2013
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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…

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Lisa Robertson on Dionne Brand

  • Posted on May 1, 2013September 10, 2014
  • by Sina

In another place, not here, a woman might touch something between beauty and nowhere, back there and here, might pass hand over hand her own trembling life, but I have…

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