obama hour November 6, 2008: I’m still savoring the exhilaration and so I hope you don’t mind if I record it for my first post. I was in Williamsburg, at a friend’s apartment, and once NBC announced Ohio, all 12 of us began madly cheering. And then an hour in, it was over, they called it for Obama and we couldn’t believe it at first. It took a few seconds to dawn [...] by Cathy Park Hong

Read the papers November 5, 2008: And the London Times today published a poem written by Derek Walcott for Barack Obama. The comments, largely positive, include the suggestion that the poet read the papers more often. Should he? Should we? by Lavinia Greenlaw

The Old Mule Delivers the Goods November 5, 2008: "What's left to say after this seemingly endless campaign? The Op-Ed editors asked five poets to answer that question." John Ashbery, August Kleinzahler, Joshua Mehigan, Mary Jo Bang, and J. D. McClatchy in the New York Times by Travis Nichols

Of course we did! November 4, 2008: "There is simply too much to think about. It is hopeless — too many kinds of special preparation are required. In electronics, in economics, in social analysis, in history, in psychology, in international politics, most of us are, given the oceanic proliferating complexity of things, paralyzed by the very suggestion that we assume [...] by Don Share

The (Cruel? Kind?) Majority November 4, 2008: A quick roundup of Election Day poetry news, for anyone not spending every waking hour looking at exit polls or listening to the punditocracy bloviate. If, in the next twelve or so hours, anyone hears Katie Couric quoting Jerome Rothenberg or some such, please pipe up in the comments below. I will either be too deliriously happy or too [...] by Travis Nichols

Pocket Poets (a post to take my mind off the election) November 4, 2008: Y cuanto muchacho habrá que anda con el tomito de Everyman en su bolsillo, para leer a John en la calle, al aire libre, bajo los parasoles verdes de las plazas. Keats es para el bolsillo, donde se llevan las cosas que cuentan, las manos, el dinero, el pañuelo; los estantes se los deja a Coleridge y a T. S. Elliot, poetas- lámpara. Un bolsillo [...] by Javier Huerta

Will there be time for eggnogs and eclogues in the place where we’re going? November 3, 2008: The title of this post is from my fave Halloween-season poem, "What the Spider Heard," by Weldon Kees. And just in time for your tricks and treats, a change in seasons, the onset of "standard" time, and the big election - we're pleased to announce... ... a few changes here at Poetry. We're introducing a redesigned new Poetry magazine website [...] by Don Share