SWIMMING IN THE DROWNED RIVER OF CONTEMPORARY AMERICAN POETRY As a poet, essayist, and interviewer for the past twenty five years, I have struggled with a compound question that too few of my colleagues have felt emboldened, for
A Gallery of Rhymes from Palgrave’s Golden Treasury, Book I 1 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do
When Buffalo Became Buffalo There are several issues embedded in my title, I suppose, not only when Buffalo, the private University (after 1962 the State University of New York at Buffalo), became Buffalo but how and why Buffalo became
The Muse and the Auctioneer’s Gavel: Learning About Poetry from First Editions For a decade and a half I have worked more or less contentedly as a rare book dealer, roughly half the number of years I’ve devoted to
Confessions of a Contest Junkie —Amish Trivedi If you have any vice or addiction in your life – and we all have something – you probably already know that what you are hooked on is bad for
Letter from India: Worshipping the Stone Manasa I remember my father at 21, being hounded by the police for his supposed involvement in India’s most fearsome uprising against class inequality and peasant insubordination, known as
Lawrence Raab: “POETRY AND STUPIDITY” 1. OBSCURITY One of the shortest and most provocative pieces in Paul Valéry’s “A Poet’s Notebook” reads in its entirety: STUPIDITY AND POETRY. There are subtle relations between these two categories. The category of stupidity and
The Barbarian Invasion of Poetry (Hurrah!) And now, what’s going to happen to us without barbarians? They were, those people, a kind of solution. —C.P. Cavafy This just in: the Empire of Poetry has fallen to the barbarians.