Inviting the Reader: Narrative Values, Lyric Poems by Sydney Lea
Inviting the Reader: Narrative Values, Lyric Poems by Sydney Lea The editor of an online journal recently asked 25 poets to complete the following in one sentence: “Poetry is…” Here’s what I wrote: “Nowadays, poetry consists of units of language that their authors call poems, and can range from conventional forms to prose poems and include anything in between.”
It’s Called the Renaissance, You Know, or The Soul Sibling Report by David Kirby“Lady and gentlemen,” said composer Dimitri Tiomkin in his 1955 Academy Awards acceptance speech
Rescuing Ourselves by Celia BlandI have been touring the Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg, Russia, via an online iPhone film.
“Getting Stabbed Kinda Takes the Fight Out of Ya” by David Kirby
This month’s essay on voice by David Kirby emanates the confidence and tone of an accomplished poet who is also a master teacher. Astutely aware of the collusion that occurs between sight and sound in effective “voice,” Kirby cites one poignant example after another of the audible magic he calls “direct speech”— speech he claims that “keeps talking” for reasons
“But They Have Dwindled,” Rethinking Wordsworth’s “Resolution And Independence” As A Modern Day Cautionary Tale by Chard DeNiordIn one of his most profound existential poems, “Resolution and Independence
Flash Essays by Alfred CornMost of us have read Joyce’s Dubliners, which includes the story “Ivy Day in the Committee Room,” but do we know what Ivy Day is in Ireland?
Essay on the Prose Poem by Charles Simic
I’m grateful to Peter Johnson for bringing Charles Simic’s brilliant, unpublished “Essay on the Prose Poem” to my attention. Although Simic wrote this essay ten years ago, twenty one years after he won the Pulitzer Prize for his book of prose poems titled The World Does Not End, it reads as freshly today as it did in 2010. Rife with
Reading and Writing Outside Thebes: In Praise of Syntax by Kimberly JohnsonIn 1939, at the queasy outset of the second World War, W. B. Yeats’s last published works appeared
BLURRED LINES, SOME THOUGHTS ON HYBRID, LIMINAL, AND PROSE POETRYIn his poem “In the Evening Air,” Theodor Roethke declares, “I’ll make a broken music or I’ll die.”
SUMMER UNDID ME: GUERLAIN IMPERIALE (BEDROOM), 1853Dear Reader, Fellow Perfume Testers and Collectors, Parfum Editors, Shunned Lovers Who Can No Longer Stand the
On Ross Gay’s Likely DispassionWhen is dispassion in a poem more passionate than heat?
Suspense, Suspension, and the Sublime in the Poetry of Robert Frost
Suspense, Suspension, and the Sublime in the Poetry of Robert Frost Robert Frost was a sublime poet who struck terror in both himself and his readers. Gifted with a prodigious capacity for what John Keats called “negative capability,” that is, the ability to exist “in uncertainty, Mystery, doubt”—and I would add suspense—“without any irritable reaching after fact and