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A few words and poems: Mairead Byrne April 30, 2010: SUMMER HOURS At sundown men in loose powder-blue overalls come in a white city truck and unfurl tarps stashed between the bars of the wrought-iron fence and nudge them up and out over the park occluding the darkening saturated sky, making a sky beneath the sky, a darker place through which they feel their way back, by smell, by touch, to [...] by

The expat life April 23, 2010: Ange Mlinko and Marin Earl's posts on the experience of the expat poet resonate somewhat for me. I do remember a little "saudade," yes, more upon leaving the west coast, than my country, but yes, a bit of being "kicked out" of paradise. Not really, because I'm the one who left, but the heart is rarely rational. Overall though, my experience seems [...] by

Flarf is a one-trick pony that thinks a unicorn is another kind of horse April 20, 2010: Thanks to Vanessa Place for the following. Given that a few days ago we had the response to this piece offered recently at AWP here on Harriet, it seems important to post the original text for your consideration. I think this clears the matter doesn't it? 1. Conceptualism asks what is poetry? 1. Flarf says sez you! 2. Flarf is never about [...] by

What is more natural: thinking space and poetry April 14, 2010: Red Visual Blue is the more difficult color, made of mineral blood and fades fast. The right hue is hard to settle, of blue. Fragments shift and delineate, light roams shards, coalesce to fold of cloth. As hand to light turns blue and red is nowhere in sight. What unreliable color, medium carries flowering in. Unfeminine giant wheels [...] by

Difficult being what you have not yet encountered April 13, 2010: I am with Gillian, what is with the hate-on for Language Poetry? The hate on for what is perhaps difficult? I'm reading a lot of tongue in cheek here, I hope: I detest those inscrutable little nuggets of fleeing meaning. I have worked tirelessly to equip myself with all the emotional, cultural and technical tools I need to understand every poem [...] by

Margaret Christakos: Latches, Hyphens & Dashes Oh My April 8, 2010: Margaret Christakos is one of those poets who seems engaged with and writing for the next generation, even though she is in fact using tools and tactics very much of the moment. In her second last collection, Sooner, previous to What Stirs, she proved that she is a master of the recombinant text, creating bitingly satirical and luminous [...] by

On writing about writing: 32 poet/critics respond April 6, 2010: Thanks for bringing up the review question again, Craig. I have been drafting and deleting responses to all this for weeks now. My instinct is to let the reviews stand on their own--each voice adds something good to the "great bran pie," as Woolf might describe it. Any attempt to summarize seems bound to simplify. For those who don't know, from [...] by

Joy is to feminism as language is to Exhuastive? April 2, 2010: One in a series of brief conversations followed by a poem from a few of poets you might not have heard of yet, starting with Susan Holbrook. SQ: Susan, Joy Is So Exhausting is an exhaustive compendium of constraint based turns. Has your practice always been rooted in this way? Can you talk about the first turn? SH: I don’t know if you mean [...] by

The lost poems, or the space of blogging March 30, 2010: Where do you find the time? That's the question most often asked of me when the subject of blogging comes up. Particularly over the past three months of posting on Harriet, keeping up my own blog, Twittering, teaching, and so on.  There are several strands of thinking that emerge from this question for me, once one gets past the idea that of [...] by

After Ekphrasis March 27, 2010: A found dish. Shallow and sweet. A little around the edges. A lacking in the middle. Several lines converging where all begins. A dark beginning, a convergence. Something yearning for fin. Something escaping depth. Crevice of light. Green memory of fish bones. Equating something with or without toes. In a moment, [...] by