taking baudelaire and ingesting him from notwhich April 28, 2011: I've been asked to participate in an evening celebrating John Ashbery's new translations of Rimbaud's "Illuminations." The section entitled TALE resonated with where I felt my life was at this point — a bit groundless yet lit; my job in transition again, a few life curves to consider, your basic mirror-check with the other eye free in the ease [...] by Edwin Torres

Sound. Silly. Brain. Touch. Taste. Rain. April 15, 2011: My entry into poetry month, here at the half-way mark, was to perform for my 5-year old boy's class on Poem In Your Pocket Day. The poetry teacher did a fabulous job, creating a word-environment around the school. Poetry everywhere, words on paper, taped-up in corners, hallways, doors—to walk in one's alphabet, to actually listen to the words [...] by Edwin Torres

Oye Poeta! April 30, 2010: Was traveling today and just wanted to send off a quick and humble so long before the month is gone. It's been a true honor to swim with you all this month. A thank you to Travis Nichols for inviting me. I felt the experiment of blogs without a comment-stream, without immediate responses to obstruct the flow, created a continual fountain of [...] by Edwin Torres

if i raised my boy the way i wrote poetry April 28, 2010: (this is not a response to Kenny but merely a pilfering of a title in the act of its displacement settled into my own need for its new placement within my personal zeitgeist pilfered by an even more boring zeitgeist displaced as a title that has already been read but never been written) How appropriate to send poetry month off into the sunset [...] by Edwin Torres

an exercise on an exercise April 26, 2010: archie is now family-friendly with betty, veronica and kevin…juliana spahr is connecting everyone with lungs, point a to b…dagwood will always hinge his mouth open to fit that impossibly huge sandwich, mutilation culture…mike tyler cannot get arrested, the poet's poet…a tv camera on a waist-belt captures the onslaught of humans against the [...] by Edwin Torres

the pressure of inspiration (where’s that piece about those apples) April 23, 2010: I am participating in an art event which neccesitates a newly created PO-EM-PI-ECE based on the art being celebrated at the event…now, it's one thing (more...) by Edwin Torres

amialarmistnotbeingalarmistamialarmistnotmeright April 21, 2010: Here at the end of the edge, the terra sin mecca, and all us poets trying to get a word in before the month is gone. Before the mouth disappears (more...) by Edwin Torres

I’ll steal your poets like I stole your bike April 19, 2010: I was a speed-specialist on my high school track team. A post-adolescent 'Rican zooming through the hundred yard dash in McComb's Park in the shadow of Yankee Stadium in the Bronx. On the relay team, I was adept at handing off the baton in full stride. While the long-distance runners were experts at concentration over the long haul and knew to [...] by Edwin Torres

magic maker April 17, 2010: A possibly benign question posed to me recently, "are words sounds or concepts," seems like a starting point. I had a list poem I was working on last year which couldn't stop itself once the repetition claimed a spot in my brain. (more...) by Edwin Torres

The conference as a point of light April 12, 2010: In the poem, the body of the poet. Every poem the poet, not a metaphor, not a symbol, not a representation, not just the poet's words…but the star stuff, the connective tissue, the manifestation of the one writing the word…is the one being the word. I'm under the ever-reaching expanse of sky that blankets Montana, (more...) by Edwin Torres