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“Do I dare?” Eliot Prize shortlist includes poets who did.

Samuel Johnson, in London, has more.

Edgar Allan Poe, proto-balloon boy.

Whoops! What is and is not poet Everett Ruess.

Amasian: Man Asian literary prize finalists include novelist-poet Nitasha Kaul.

Since no one talks about him—wait, what?—Seidel talks to us.

Poetry’s gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha.

David Lynch tweets Indian epic.

Chinese dissident poet not allowed to speak, Frankfurt official fired.

The Joys of Summer.

Shel Singerstein.

Poet’s take note: Horny goat weed is real. And it leads to murder.

Unruly rhymes for kids.

That book, too, was mine. Now it’s yours, for $150,000.

Pennsound highlights Ashbery, includes dashing photograph.

Dean of deceptive simplicity.

Anthology seeks lined faces. Not yours, preferably.

Miles to go and Miles gone: National Book Critics Circle at 35

Gallaher on Padgett’s poems of absence.

Kay Ryan advocates poetry in community colleges.

Heedful of the butterfly.

Interred with whose bones?

London poetry marathon proves a rush. So does this article.

Waldrep’s poetry approaches music; Dennigan’s review approaches poetry.

Never a bust: Harrison on the inspiration of statues.

“A different form of thinking”: Runciman speaks on writing.

LOLerature iz heer, laffz.

Past, and passing, and to come: Updike and Vaun.

A Latino Chicagoland poet.

“Of Montaigne's relationship to the golf-ball potato crisp.”

In the midst of a career, “on the cusp of a dangerous year.”

That albatross no dross.

Lynch’s haunting sonnet.

Not-so-easeful death: Medical errors and Keats’s final disease.

Wilbur speaks on the things of his world.

Szertainly: John Taylor on George Szirtes

Erica Jong: Women can write!

How would Whitman look in tight pantoums?

Ling-ering with Hopkins.

“I mostly detest reading about poetry”: on Wright, Kerouac, and Keats.

“You are NOBODY!” Somebody—Donna Trussell—writes on the Literary Industrial Complex.

Pooretry?

Roofers demand: what the Dickinson?

Could verse get worse?

Paying little mind to major poets.

Slam in honor of slain school kids.

Isn't it Byronic?

More notes on kitsch.

For Scottish poet, Afgan war war was a hell of a time.

No foul playwright: The next act in the drama of Lorca's grave.

NH MFA: WTF?

Paul Muldoon on just saying no, and other duties.

The first MTV poet laureate was Ashbery, and the second is an Iranian social critic? MTV has a poet laureate?

Amazing ekphrasis?

On Halloween, falling for Dickey.

Keats-Shelley prize goes to “explicity Buddhist” poet. (Think his poems are racy?)

Light a candle for Kandel.

Be her Guest.

Cash Kerouac.

Simic on Balkan politics.

Passion for Whitman is dormant.

Dead letters? Byron’s earn record profit.

Insulted out of his Whitman.

On “ribald, combative, stubbornly romantic” Gerald Stern.

Finally digging in: Lorca exhumation begins.

Mourning Morton Marcus.

Whiting winners.

Analyzing the Whiting awards.

The rise of a sparrow: praising Black Sparrow press.

Close-reading Clive James, “sceptically.”

The Heliot with your judgments: Eliot letters suggest he's nicer than previously thought.

OK, Lorca reporters: less talking, more digging.

Campion's Keats insufficiently goofy. Cute, though.

Alan Bennett on Auden, Britten, and hunting snark.

Cork Literary Review goes hardcover.

Mulling with Muldoon.

Duffy's children's poetry book "regurgitates phenomena phenomenally."

On a dying body of poetry.

The Verb takes on Renga.

Wheatley on what Scots jot.

Motion writes movingly on Hiroshima.

The Waste Land left him wasted.

When Ashbery met Freilicher.

Finally, an update on Tam O’Shanter’s Augustan Digression.

“The street suddenly disappeared, political systems evaporated, the day became timeless, I met eternity, poetry woke up”: Zagajewski on Rilke.

Poetry speaks. But will it speak to you, o Interweb?

The Sweeney sweep.

To the Poemobile! (Whoamobile.)

Polito’s and Gerstler’s poetry pops.

Geese, goofs, goofe: the laborious, ludicrous limericks of Gavin Ewart.

Hopler wins Whiting “out of blue.”

Gender inequality prompts call for righting the Whiting.

New anthologies take on death, birds.

In London, a Dantesque dither.

Pinsky finds Yeats between incantation and conversation.

"A capricious anomaly in a sea of space," indeed: Michael Jackson's poetry.

UK likely to win splendid little war over Sassoon papers.

Karr talk.

Wait—Keats died?

LA is slammin'.

Poet: forget me not, fickle readers.

Detroit students ford poetic passes.

Vital Sassoon.

Buying Bolaño.

Mourning Francisco Ayala.

Poetry now a social networking tool! (It wasn't before?)

BBC talk with South African poets Keorapetse Kgositsile and Phillippa Yaa de Villiers.

On A New Literary History of America.

How do those poetic feet look in cowboy boots?

Lumpy Corral rounds up most neglected poets of the 20th century.

Women writers righting wrongs.

Admirable lines? Verse from a thighmaster.

Pinsky on the Simpsons and other concerns.

King of Poetry?

Gallaher on Young invention.

Poetry Palin comparison.

Writing on the wall: poets in the New York Times explore Berlin history.

Pondering the poetiquette of Motion’s found poetry.

You versify like a girl.

The devil is in the Details Poetry Quiz.

Lynette Roberts, one of Britain’s greatest war poets.

Poetry turns 21.

His story is history: on myth-spinning Huge von Hoffmansthal.

Talking Tommy: BBC on Eliot letters.

“Wealth takes many forms, and sometimes it shows up as stanzas”: Kirby on Gerstler.

Rocky wins!

Praise song for Alexander.

The writing of Whiting winner Joan Kane zips between Alaska and NY.

Clifton reviews Durcan, declares all real poets “street wanderers.”

Talking with Frieda Hughes.

We’ll always have Paris: Gourevitch to bid Review adieu.

Barnes into “Our Be’thplace.”

William Carlos Williams’s inferno. Not inspired by Dante’s.

Lumsden’s “Forgotten New.”

Poems and prose join hands in Alexie’s War Dances.

Pushing Pushkin.

On Margate Sands, journalist  connects nothing with nothing, giggles to self.

Next Welsh archdruid selected. (Wales has archdruids!)

The Odyssey . . . of American soldiers.

The rest of Paley’s oeuvre pales in comparison with this poem.

Talking with Britain’s “punk poet laureate.”

More chatter on PoetrySpeaks website.

Marie in Miami: Ponsot is “best poet you’ve never heard of.”

To support Irish poetry chair, handmade poetry pamphlets sell for arm and leg.

Interminable airport wait prompts Terminal Etude.

Why First World War writers were number one.

The chapbook: to have and to heart.

Poetry, shmoetry! Why should it be so hard?

Sassoon gets online.

What's the story with narrative in poetry?

On Russian poetry.

Doing Wright by Trakl.

The slightest Motion sets off burglar alarms.

In Miami, show goes on, with less poetry to show for it

Contented with their cells? On prisons, from Dickinson to Caleb Smith.

Bookninja karate-chops Canadian poetry debacle; invites response.

Ever wonder what happened to Cosby star Malcolm Jamal Warner? Poetry happened.

P.S.: P.S.A. moves online.

Toscano performs poetics theater, and it’s money.

Pretty fly: Nabokov captured in butterfly cases.

Spahr time.

Kane do: more on Whiting winner.

“Crotch Itch” almost rhymes . . . Village Voice revives archived gem.

Drilling through the difficulty of The Cantos, The Dream Songs, The Sonnets.

VQR presents Sandburg and Ransom archives.

McHugh’s “Upgraded to Serious” upgraded to “ravishing.”

iPhone haikus on / Subject of disappointment / Let down this reader.

Seeking the apex of Canadia, Jake Mooney shares his top ten poem books of the decade.

Pirate Prufrock.

Sassoon goes virtual.

Pioneering poetry indexer was “Rita Hayworth, with glasses.”

Celebrities record “Owl and Pussycat”; incredibly obvious jokes ensue.

Conquest to rebuild Housman.

“If we must die,” let’s at least talk.

“Sophocles, too, heard it.”

Newfoundland poet on newfound honor of having inspired movie.

Remembering Dickey’s war remembrance.

One Good Read kicks off, complete with tweets.

Monumental Darwish gets his moment.

Duels, hissy fits, and A Century of Poetry Review.

Rhyme, meter, wallop, and wattage in Canadian poetry awards.

Bloom chews on Chaucer.

Angelou “as fine as wine in the summertime.”

Lost love, found poetry, and heartbreak.

NBA judges announced. (No, not that NBA).

Talking with Tom Healy.

A close bosom-friend of Keats’s introduces “To Autumn.”

Nabokov reads Pale Fire and Lolita.

Stevens on the sand.

Waldrop not dropping off.

Kim Addonizio commemorates Veterans’ Day

Skrief’s poems of stone

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.

Learnin’ from Sherman.

Catching Denise Duhamel: Ka-ching!

On Ashbery’s “imaginary difficulty.”

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.

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.

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.