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What I Learned Blogging for Harriet (after Alan Gilbert) November 30, 2008: That in response to postings, a lot of people prefer to send back channel emails than to publish their comments on site. That one criterion for death is the failure to communicate or respond. That I generally like poetry ridden hard and put up wet. That some poets are a lot more interesting in their poetry than they are in their commentaries. That [...] by

What Is Eco-Poetry November 29, 2008: Owl Visitation recorded by visionary artist Thomas Ashcraft (play the brief movie clip at the site below) Thomas Ashcraft, Heliotown As globalization draws us together and industrialization and human population pressures take their toll on natural habitats, as species of plants and animals flicker and are snuffed from the earth, it may be [...] by

A Poet’s Life in the Palestinian Century: Don’t Look Away November 28, 2008: Adina Hoffman, author of the biography of Taha Muhammad Ali: My Happiness Bears No Relation to Happiness: A Poet's Life in the Palestinian Century
 As Adina Hoffman notes in the Prelude to My Happiness Bears No Relation to Happiness: A Poet’s Life in the Palestinian Century, “no one has ever written a biography of a Palestinian writer [...] by

Europe: Don’t Look Away, 16 New German Poets
 (Burning Deck) & New European Poets
 (Graywolf) November 26, 2008: New European Poets
, Edited by Wayne Miller & Kevin Prufer (Graywolf, 2008) There’s a lot to complain about Graywolf’s New European Poets
, edited by Wayne Miller and Kevin Prufer, but only if you’re a sneering, retromingent malcontent. Otherwise, it’s impossible not to celebrate this book with a big whooping hurrah. It was [...] by

Uruguay: Don’t Look Away November 24, 2008: Melisa Machado For many of the people reading this website, the three best-known poets from Uruguay might be Comte de Lautréamont (born Isador Lucien Ducasse in Montevideo, 1846), Jules Supervielle (born in Montevideo in 1884), and Kent Johnson (lived in Montevideo 1961-1971 and in 1978), three men who gained renown after leaving Uruguay and [...] by

Hungary: Don’t Look Away November 20, 2008: In November of 1944, a Jewish Hungarian poet known for mixing innovative and classical styles, was shot into a mass grave with his notebook of last poems in his coat pocket. One of 3,200 Hungarian Jews forced by fascist militia to march hundreds of miles in retreat from Tito’s advancing armies, Miklós Radnóti remained under that mound for [...] by

Libya: Don’t Look Away November 18, 2008: Medusa Head On the north African coast where the Wadi Lebda meets the sea, just east of what is now called Tripoli, Libya, the Phoenicians built a trading post more than 3000 years ago. During the Roman Empire, and particularly during the rule of Septimus Severus, it blossomed into Leptis Magna, a magnificent city rivaling Carthage. Medusa [...] by

Australia: Don’t Look Away November 16, 2008: From the deck of Robert Adamson's house Hot damn, here I am, I was thinking as I looked out from the porch across the Hawkesbury River to the wild preserve on the other side. I’m right where Duncan and Creeley stood, and like them, I’m about to go out at night on the river with that famous Australian poet, fisherman, birder, scrapper, lover, [...] by

A Halloween Poem: Strange Are The Products October 30, 2008: George Oppen, New Collected Poems
 A poem written on Halloween in 1976. The poet was living in San Francisco on Polk Street where, four years later, I would be working in a methadone clinic. He is one of my favorite poets. This poem comes from his last book of new poems, Primitive
. It is included in the just-released New Collected Poems [...] by

Before the Elections: The Darkness Surrounds Us October 20, 2008: A recent Harriet entry by Olena Kalytiak Davis begins "As Mother Said" and soon enough mentions "driving." The combination reminds me that I've wanted to write something about Robert Creeley's famous poem, "I Know a Man." This particular moment in American history makes it all the more timely. Robert Creeley in Bolinas, CA I KNOW A MAN As I [...] by