Document 29 (French thinking) from O Cidadan To enable a language (returning) is also to allow intrusions, and to enable intrusions or their possibility as part of…
Tag: poetry
![Review of Eileen Myles’ INFERNO [A poet’s Novel]](https://lemonhound.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/infernoFlameBig.jpg)
How did I not know about Eileen Myles? An icon, a feminist, oh, a feminist icon? An activist. A New York person, a person of that city, who can’t make…
MALICE The pot-bellied pigs were racing hard—only they weren’t pigs in the animal sense, they were cops—really really large cops who were racing bottle caps on the backs of stray…
I first heard of Vanessa Place and Les Figues in a cab going from JFK to midtown. I was with fellow poet Christan Bok who had much to say about…
BY SINA QUEYRAS When I said in an earlier last post that I go to poetry to think, Lisa Robertson was the first poet that came to mind. Hers is a poetry that…
from Nicole Brossard, Installations LÀ mets ton doigt pour garder la page ne pas perdre la suite ou relire inutilement faire un noeud mets ton doigt pour tenir l’humanité tranquille…
“It can change my world. And does, and has and will . . . Anything that affects my body, that my body undergoes, also affects my writing. My writing affects…
from Myung Mi Kim, And Sing We If we live against replication Our scripts stricken Black ants on tar: ponderous pending change Fabled voices, fabled voices say to us And…
from Andrés Ajens, Most Intimates Mélange iii. zu den Stimmen von Estremadura at this rate, inti- midated in cochabamba? at this rate a lean day away from santa cruz saint…
from Norma Cole, Conditions Maritimes Here we are talking about the playful handling of an object the negotiation with an imagined acceptable That the poem is a toy with the…
from Lisa Robertson, Debbie: An Epic from The Descent: A Light Comedy in 3 Parts As in the parti-gendered streets amid opacity the morning and how remarkably as the grey…
Gust The inevitable proposition survived as contentAfter the fins were eaten or laid down, the tablecloth gently billowing & our knees beneath that was a serenity a a vocabulary or…