On August 31, 2010 at 12:44 am New Orleanian wrote: In New Orleans we say We ain’t studyin’ about you On August 19, 2010 at 3:13 pm Sheera Talpaz wrote:…
Category: Poetry & Poetics
In my 3rd “pulled off my shelves” column I discussed authors who produce work which consists of nothing but punctuation marks. These authors—typified by Goldsmith, Reuterswärd, Boglione and others—isolate the…
A whole lot of blogging goodness, originally uploaded by lemon hound. LH: What is the shortest aphorism in your collection? GM: (Gosh, I don’t know.) Known to man? Jesus wept?…
LH: Tell me about the idea for this project, Jeff. How did it come about? JT: The Artforum Ad Project started in 2007, inspired by the Million Dollar Homepage and similar…
EDISTO In the truck my roast pink mother floats in a piggy nightgown from the Piggly-Wiggly. She’s drinking piña colada. I’ve got corn mash or some kind of corny nosto-industrialized…
bill bissett’s work—for the past several decades—has been problematic. His lyrical voice is complicated by his complex idiosyncratic orthography. His concrete poetry intersperses dense typewriter-driven grid pieces with diagrams of…
LH: Michael, thanks for the post on the Gulf this summer, and part two earlier this week. MN: My pleasure, Sina. I am just starting to sift through the materials–notes,…
I’ve heard several recordings of Brooks reading “We Real Cool” over the years. Yesterday, in class, I played her again. This after having a student read the poem out loud.…
Kate Greenstreet This Is Why I Hurt You, Lamehouse 2008 Greenstreet’s little chapbook fell out from a pile of books on my desk marked “for review.” It’s a big pile…
What is she reading? More than two minutes of silence, well, near silence, as Vanessa Place scans the page in front of her, one hand moving from page to body…
DEATHLESS NUCLEAR FAMILY OF THE SPANGLED MIND Michael Nardone Judge’s Statement: There’s something about punctuation – not points on a page but the way words cut and slip through other…
SUMMER HOURS At sundown men in loose powder-blue overalls come in a white city truck and unfurl tarps stashed between the bars of the wrought-iron fence and nudge them up…