Poetry and Poetics

Ben Fama’s NEW WAVES

by Bianca Stone June 2, 2011 Poetry

The second line of Ben Fama’s chapbook New Waves, (Minutes Books 2011), is “All I want is my life/ to matter somehow.” And it seems that this book sets out to execute that statement despite the line’s futility. I say this with sincerity since it’s an important aspect of the human condition (especially for writers) [...]

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Tom Sleigh, Anthropologist

by Micah Towery June 1, 2011 Poetry and Poetics

First things, first. Full disclosure: Tom Sleigh was my teacher and thesis advisor at Hunter College. Fuller disclosure: my admiration for Tom’s poetry outweighs any personal loyalty to Tom (though I have that too). * * * Tom Sleigh’s method is art, but his end is anthropological. His vision is fully humane, an attempt to [...]

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Poem of the Week: Bernadette Mayer

by Ben Pease May 26, 2011 Poems of the Week

After Catullus and Horace only the manners of centuries ago can teach me how to address you my lover as who you are O Sestius, how could you put up with my children thinking all the while you were bearing me as in your mirror it doesn’t matter anymore if spring wreaks its fiery or [...]

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Poem of the Week: Ben Estes, Ben Fama, Ben Kopel, Ben Mirov, Ben Winkler

by Ben Pease May 19, 2011 Poems of the Week

VII Beneath the black jungle palms, monkeys. They remind me of me, my tools, my cartoon heart that’s shaped like a heart. Other better animals are pronounced as being heavenly, in this native island tongue. I’m not true and I’m not free, I know I should go somewhere official, somewhere right, like make my way [...]

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On Poetry and Loss, Part 2

by Joe Weil May 10, 2011 Memoir

This entry is part of a series, Poetry and Loss» , Poetry and Loss» , Poetry and Loss» The poet who saved my life never existed for me in his native language. He died fifteen years before I was born. His name is Miguel Hernandez, and he will never be as well known in English [...]

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Poem of the Week: Peter Shippy

by Ben Pease May 5, 2011 Poems of the Week

Extract from My Ragged Company, #19 I asked Alice to ask me to marry her. She asked if I wanted to lick the painting on the hotel wall. That’s a poster, I said. Just a paper Hopper: a sad woman in a red teddy sat on a hotel bed reading a yellow letter: He’s not [...]

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Poem of the Week: Sarah V. Schweig

by Genevieve Burger-Weiser April 28, 2011 Poems of the Week

Bloodwork Some guy, bleeding, just beaten by hooded strangers on the late train, asks some girl, Miss S, a witness, the same question that lovers ask each other turning from mirrors, away, “How do I look?” & she, bystanding, replies “Frankly, you’re in a bad way.” She’d been thinking of the one, long gone, who [...]

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Poem of the Week: Sara Slaughter

by Genevieve Burger-Weiser April 21, 2011 Poems of the Week

A selection from Upriver It was a struggle switching over to a citrus flavored toothpaste, but Roosevelt loved her. The more nights he spent at Linda’s place, the less sense it made to keep brushing with just water. She never offered outright, but he used her toothbrush that already tasted mostly like oranges anyway. “We [...]

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Poem of the Week: Adam Tessier

by Genevieve Burger-Weiser April 14, 2011 Poems of the Week

Dead reckoning Late in the day and the sky is still white. When I look across the river I see another city. Even the sun is still so white. Yesterday I went walking with my hands in front of me and my lungs inside me I know I did. See, nothing has changed between us [...]

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Creative Stupidity

by Joe Weil April 11, 2011 Poetry and Poetics

Just before puberty struck with the force of the furies and made me a moody kid, prone to sudden bouts of gloom and equally sudden bouts of elation, it was discovered that I had a gift for music. The mode of discovery was a cheap 20 dollar Magnus chord organ purchased for my sister at [...]

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Indie Bookstores: Kramerbooks

by Brian Chappell April 4, 2011 Fiction

This is how I usually go to Kramerbooks. I arrive in Dupont Circle in the pre-dinner hour, emerging from the Q Street exit of the Metro and heading shortly down Connecticut Avenue and through the glass door by the shop window. Immediately you are inundated with wood shelves and stacks of all the books you’ve [...]

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On Poetry and Loss

by Joe Weil April 1, 2011 Memoir

I think of all the human emotions that call for the gravitas of form, loss, grief, and outrage need it most. In the case of Paul Celan, the complete break down of syntax and logical priority in his poetry was, chiefly, a formal necessity rooted in the murder of his people. He was writing in [...]

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Would you like a Signed Copy of Mark Strand’s New Book?

by Poetry Blog Editors March 26, 2011 Poems of the Week

If you haven’t heard yet, Mark Strand has released a new book with called . In honor of this beautiful new book, THEthe will be giving away a signed copy of this limited edition chapbook. All you have to do to “enter” the drawing for this book is make a comment on any THEthe post [...]

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Poem of the Week: Ai

by Joe Weil March 17, 2011 Academia

I hate when poets are called brave. Gets on my nerves. Fearless is another term I find dubious. Poets win grants. They are professionals. Most poetry festivals are lamer and more sedate than Star Trek conventions. If I pick up a poetry book and see the words “brave” or “fearless” in any of the blurbs, [...]

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The Book Bag

by Joe Weil March 15, 2011 Memoir

I still have my 4th grade book bag. Alone, at five in the morning, I picked the rusted lock with a paper clip, and discovered the 10-year-old Joe Weil’s first literary efforts, all crumpled up, in my terrible hand writing, but the meters of the poems were perfect. I remembered using that bag as a [...]

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Poem of the Week: Etheridge Knight

by Joe Weil March 10, 2011 Poems of the Week

Etheridge Knight wrote some of the only haiku I can stand in the American idiom. In addition to that, his ear was impeccable, and he was liable to go just about anywhere in a poem so that he invigorates the tradition of the conversational lyric and does so by using mixed registers of speech while [...]

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