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Belgium bedazzled by the haiku of “Mr. Europe.”

“Yes, in fact, it is wack.”: Taking slam scoring to task.

Stefan Brecht, poet and son of Bertolt, is dead.

History boys: Auden and Britten.

Honoring O’Hara in Worcester.

Chaos reigns for the poet, frustration ensues for the reader.

The poet of Baghdad speaks.

Keith Waldrop wins National Book Award.

Since you asked: top bird poems.

Letting loose on Eliot’s letters

Relaxing into Motion’s Booker chair

The New Yorker waltzes around with Sherman Alexie’s War Dances.

Michael Caines, Boyled down.

To my dear and loving husband: let’s talk.

Better than the rest? On Rawson’s “Unrest.”

Alan Bennett chats about his new, Auden-centric play.

Grave men, indeed: a map to poets’ burial sites.

Terrible poetry jokes. And more. And more.

What a larf! More on Flarf.

The images of imagism.

Doty’s out and about.

Firing the canon?

They moved for Motion to chair Booker Prize.

The poetry of Nicaragua.

Spicer’s resistance to print.

Leithauser’s heavy novel.

All about Armantrout.

Lisa Williams is latest genius of the sea.

Of Zozimus and other forgotten bards and balladeers.