For National Poetry Month, Dawn Lundy Martin, Daniel Borzutzky, Stephanie Young, and Brandon Shimoda will be guest-editing the blog. Visit us each day for a new featured blogger selected by the editors.
By the time you read this, the world may or may not have ended. There’s a good chance that things will simply continue on much as they were before (which is probably what makes apocalypse fantasies somewhat appealing in comparison). Nevertheless, because we’re beholden to the best practices of contemporary journalism, we’re going to take a risk, get in first, and assume that you’re reading this post-apocalypse.
A whole lot of gift guides and best-of-the-year lists were published this week, including our own. We hope you got a chance to read all that stuff.
Despite a hail of protest, Qatari word warrior Mohamed Ibn al Ajami served out his ridiculous life sentence, which wasn’t as long as he might have expected.
The Dadaists were clearly ahead of the absurdity game.
Writers turned on each other.
Concerned about the availability of film and modeling contracts in post-apocalyptic hellscape, James Franco quickly diversified his portfolio.
As we might have expected, Flying Object went out with a sterling reputation.
Bay Area hip hop, and particularly its leading lights Too $hort and E-40, experienced yet another quick resurgence of attention, this time in the poetic sphere.
James Sherry was very briefly on the internet.
We leave you with a few poems to take us out.
It’s been fun, it’s been real, and it’s been real fun. Catch you on the flip side.