brings you a reading and interview from writer Woody Brown. Woody reads Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version . You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser. Share this: Related Posts Interview with Michael Homolka [AUDIO] Interview with Michelle [...]
New Year’s in Corfu Above the village of Gastouri, during Kaiser Wilhelm II’s reign, Corfu’s Elizabeth, Empress of Austria, summered at the Achillion Palace. A recreation of a Phaeacian Palace, it was used as a hospital during World War II. It was later transformed into a casino. I would have kept us as we were [...]
After Rapture I am found kneeling beneath the last _____blasted tree. Winter on my shoulders and a sparrow’s red skull lodged _____in my mouth. I have cut my hair to feed the fire. Remnants of a city _____dusting my lips. No nations left to die for or hide in. Only this voice— _____woven through the [...]
TY: I want to ask about line breaks, which can do a lot of work in free verse poems. What principles or rules or guidelines do you use when deciding when to break lines? CW: I try to rely on composition as much or more than instinct. First of all, I aim to compose in…
I thought things were wrong: it manifested in me buying and wearing Ulysses blue eyeshadow. It didn’t suit me. One day I stared into the mirror at the caked crystal of smudged me and said ‘You look like a whore’. I was cheap, cheeky, comehithersome—but clientless. Makeup remover in hand, I finally admitted that you [...]
THE ICE :“What are you dreaming of?” :“The ice.” :“But you are on the ice.” :“I am thinking of the ice I will be on.” :“We are standing on the ice right now, facing each other. We are on the ice touching lips, we are squinting out at sails that move as if on a [...]
Contrapuntal By Christopher Kondrich Parlor Press, 2012 ISBN 978-1602353671 Music, for being such a well-diffused cultural product, can be challenging to adequately write about. Like many creative disciplines, it commands its own lexicon and sits atop a tall barrier of entry. But this shouldn’t preclude anyone who wants to get hip-deep; we’ve all experienced music [...]
1. What makes a work of art satisfying? What is the difference between a poem we call mawkish, or overly sentimental, and a poem that carries the right amount of sentimentality and wit? How do we judge or evaluate these questions of taste? Aside from all the contentious feelings that immediately crop up when considering [...]
(after the monoprint by Michael Donnelly) Stars empty themselves – no show tonight. The Bowl opens its mouth and your teeth shudder. The ground contracts with cold: you’re trembling. Your head falls against the steel cables the lights go off in Government house. Far above you the Arts Centre spire extends its white finger into [...]
What Night Knows After Gaugin’s Le Cheval Blanc Some women ride horses. Some women are horses. Some horses are wolves who have lost their teeth and are ridden by women. Some wolves are horses ridden wild with dreams. Some women are dreams in the shape of horses free of the ghost of wolves. Some ghosts [...]
Life’s a Beach Life is waves. Waves create a craving for Dr. Pepper, something sweet to cut salty somersaults that get water in yr inner ear, and deft kelp evasion, and hours and hours coaxing friends further in but they never want to go out as far as you– past the point of wave-beaten, past [...]
The Eggshell Parade brings you a reading and interview from poet Kelli Russell Agodon.
Now that we have mapped the Ocean it is just so much more difficult for the boats to disappear. Even so, our phones died in tandem that first night, we smashed the bottle neck open against the sun spoiled steel of the barge. And the wine poured freely as all of those rivers, now redirected, [...]
Ornithology Lesson First thing we should do/if we see each other again is to make/a cage of our bodies —Nick Flynn, forgetting something 1. You find me pirouetting slow in a tent before an exaltation of men, dim lights, the scent of refuse and popcorn and tobacco spit, the clink of coins changing hands, the [...]
There are certain (uncertain) propositions that every poet must eventually encounter, if only to embrace or abandon. They are not propositions so much as ways of being, lifestyles; and, like the way one walks, or talks, or just stands in the rain, they are ineluctably intimate parts of ourselves, hence not propositions so much as [...]
You sit down to write a report entitled, “How is it possible for one person to kill another?” An hour later you wander off into the streets, leaving a blank page pocked with dark nothings. You see people cover coughs, remove glasses, wave goodbyes, adjust headsets, thumb mobiles, stub out cigarettes and arrange hair in [...]
