After reading the numerous responses to Juliana Spahr and Stephanie Young’s “Numbers Trouble,” Jennifer Ashton’s response, and our note, it became clear that we needed to make these articles available online. We hope the essays will ground a larger exchange of ideas.
Chicago Review
http://humanities.uchicago.edu/orgs/review/
(Follow the links for PDFs.)
Our initial reluctance to post the articles was only due to the magazine’s financial insecurity: we rely on issue sales for 80% of our $50,000 annual budget. Therefore we hope that you’ll consider ordering the issue or subscribing to CR. The magazine’s survival depends on support from its readers.
Joshua Kotin
Robert P. Baird

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We’d been hearing for a month or so about a forthcoming article in the Chicago Review called “Numbers Trouble,” an essay written by Juliana Spahr and Stephanie Young on gender and contemporary poetry, plus a response by Jennifer Ashton. When I ran into Joshua Kotin, the editor of the Chicago Review at a poetry event, I told him about the buzz and asked if he’d like us to blog it. “Sure,” he said, “that would be great.” He went one step further and sent me electronic versions of the essays. I passed these along to Ange Mlinko and Alicia Stallings to see if they wanted to respond, and only this week, in the spirit of inclusiveness, I also sent them to our other bloggers.
In this post, we’ve published (with Joshua Kotin’s permission) a chart and table that accompanies the Chicago Review articles, which shows the percentage of women vs. men being published in literary journals over time. We published our invidivual responses (Ange’s, Alicia’s, mine) to the articles as separate posts. You can read the original articles in this month’s Chicago Review, which is now available for purchase.
I’m eavesdropping; my hand cupped around my ear to better hear the conversation at the next table–a poetry clan is debating an article that has riled them—and it’s by one of their own. Previous issues of Chicago Review and women’s anthologies clutter a table already crammed with a computer for browsing the contemporary/experimentl/postmodern/avant-garde/innovative poetry blogosphere. I want to join them. Maybe they’ll let me if I figure out what “essentialism” means. Is it related to “creationism”? Or “phrenology”?
Should I bring my laptop,” Ange asked. “Sure,” I shot back in email, wondering if it was a Mac or PC? We, like you, first meet Harriet’s bloggers on the web, and then feel that we know them through their posts and comments. Setting eyes on them for the first time always fuzzes my mental picture. Ange doesn’t have black hair as in her author photo (Duh.). The laptop she pulled from her bag to blog the Academy of American Poets Forum last week was a MacBook—I guessed that. What I can never guess is where her or other bloggers’ posts will get picked up on the web.
Where is Kwame Dawes? Did we muzzle Kenneth Goldsmith after his Madonna/Koons post? Why have Patricia Smith’s musings and shout outs slowed down? And who are all these newcomers prattling and jabbing away on Harriet?
Peter O’Leary sent this note today:
“The truly terrific Chicago poet Ralph J. Mills, Jr. passed away over the weekend. Here’s a link to his obituary in the Tribune today. And here’s a link to the small tribute page Tom Raworth has set up for Ralph on his website. (Tom lived in Chicago for a brief period, where he got to know Ralph.) Ralph – whom we published in LVNG several times – was a real inheritor of the Objectivist line & spirit.”
Also, here’s a link to Bookslut on Mills’ book Essays on Poetry.
You are reading these words because your machine is reading code. The code instructs the machine how to respond to the clicks and keyboard strokes that you make in response to reading text. This interplay between words and machine code makes up Harriet’s (inter)face.
If you wanted to create art by playing with Harriet’s make up—not just the words and images, but also the processes generating them—you would be joining the clan of electronic literature artists who create works that “are not content to let code remain below the surface but rather show it erupting through the surface of the screen to challenge the hegemony of alphabetic language.” (N. Katherine Hayles– leading theorist on electronic literature. Click here to read her primer “Electronic Literature: What Is It?”)
Recently, a reporter (Travis Nichols) called to ask why we publish Jim Behrle on our website. “Because he’s an indicator species,” I answered. His question got me thinking about other people and organizations that are breaking a pattern and in so doing, pointing out the vibrancy of the poetry world and its insularity.
Jim Behrle
Until recently the poetry world has been a fairly closed world without a significant force to counter the powers that be, the ones who create reputations through plum jobs, prizes, publications, and grants. There hasn’t been an audience large and voracious enough to sift through the thousands of books and magazines to discover talent (maybe there never has been), and there’s no equivalent to the Huffington Post to interpret the spin through its alternative storyline. Then the web happened and gigantic numbers of MFA poet-graduates happened, many of whom pine for a reputation but can’t get their first book published.
I spent the day in the Golan Heights, in a ruined Syrian town, Quneitra, absolutely destroyed in the 1973 Yom Kippur War between the Syrians and Israelis. Before the Israeli army withdrew after the 1973 ceasefire, the Israelis evacuated the 37,000 Arabs living there and destroyed the town, stripping buildings of windows, doors, anything that could be carted off: this was sold to Israeli contractors, and then bulldozers and tractors moved in and knocked down most of the stripped buildings, now mangled slabs of concrete and rebar. It was odd, disturbingly odd, to see a herd of cows here and there, birdsong everywhere, the remains of the town overgrown, even a garden full of roses run wild in what used to be somebody’s front yard.
Earlier in the year, we asked Tom Sleigh to write one of those Journals (yeah, the ones that C. Dale Young is missing so badly) from Lebanon where he was slated to travel as part of a cross-cultural scholarly exchange, this one sponsored by the Trans-Arab Institute and the Syrian Ministry of Culture. The trip was canceled because, as Sleigh wrote, “after one of the Gemayels got assassinated, and Hizullah called some strikes, our hosts didn’t think they could take the security risk in having a bunch of Americans roaming around.”
So instead he and six others took off last Saturday—the day the situation in the Palestinian refugee camps turned dire! When we wrote yesterday to check up on him, we received this reply:
“I’ll try to keep the ‘creative writing’ to a minimum. No ‘plumes of smoke rising in tattered, twisted tails,’ though there’s been some of that, mostly seen on TV. I’ll try to give some of the texture: odd things that strike me, nothing comprehensive, nothing authoritative, everything seen a little slant.
Thom Donovan
Bhanu Kapil
Fred Moten
Craig Santos Perez
Sina Queyras
Sotère Torregian
Cathy Halley
Michael Marcinkowski
Travis Nichols
Fred Sasaki
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