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People’s Republic . . . of Poetry?

Borges: haiku saved human race.

Poets open House.

Tracking Macarthurs.

Pop those poems in the bin, will you?

David Baker on his poems, other lives.

She may be their kind: British Journal of Psychiatry reprints Sexton.

Vilain on Rilke, a “vain, self-pitying, obsessive, narcissistic, snobbish, whining, arrogant, childish, demanding, lachrymose and neurotic” genius.

A giant leap for H.D.: Imagist’s moon film rediscovered, refurbished.

Vous avez health insurance? J’ai the M.F.A., and thus I write you love poem!

His popularity no occident: eco-centric Jeffers festivities at Occidental.

Juan Carlos Mestre wins Spanish laurels.

Fields, silos, and Robert Bly.

Pinsky’s poetry like ice skating, music, and other similes.

Admire Amiri on video.

Ludswerrumissitid. Exactly.

UK poetry's "astonishing rise in popularity."

Learning lines: the link between poetry and film.

Pooh-poohing Poe.

Rhymes flare in Times Square.

“More subtle, less shouty”: another for the good doctor.

Pollitt politely questions NBCC’s stance toward poetry.

I know why . . . wait, why was Maya Angelou falsely reported dead?

Where, bullet? Brian Turner wins travel grant, wonders what next.

Public and private face off in latest Cambridge Literary Review.

Selling poems on the cheap in Miami.

Nada Gordon writes on poetry and womanhood. Period.

Teresa Leo on narcissism, neuroticism, and more.

Fear, terror, and watercolors: Poe exhibition in Baltimore.

From Donne, an aubade (oh, good).

Archie takes cues from Robert Frost.

The execution and exhumation of Lorca.

“Of course poets make a difference”: Hamill on a life of editing and publishing

Minimal carbon footprint, lots in print: eco-conscious Duffy publishes four books in one month.

Schmelling schniffs a winning concept: literary classics sign on to Facebook.

In the TLS, a bitter snarl from Bruce Smith.

The “dazzling logorrhea” of Maurice Bowra.

Brand newest Toronto laureate.

Will the Nobel go to a poet this year?

Boston's killer poet seeks release.

A spoonful of sugar, a forkful of Frost: Mary Poppins' favorite poetry.

Christopher Smart's feline jubilat.

Tess Gallagher: Cancer "quickened my clock."

Visiting Robert Kelly.

Books received, gifts disclosed: FCC says bloggers need to fess up.

2009 Nobel Prize winner Herta Muller's book of poems is called A Lady Lives in the Hair Knot.

The life and death of the little magazine.

Take the UK Poetry Day quiz.

T.S. Eliot is top of the pops.

Don Paterson takes Rain Forward.

Best, first, and Forward: Emma James wins British prize.

Tuscan poet and activist Will Inman is dead.

Suzanne Fiol, Issue Project Room founder, is dead.

Lilliput Review's Basho Challenge.

T.S. Eliot the UK favorite? Really?

2017 poems in 2017 days for this 84-year old.

“Poetry is becoming very fashionable.”

Punjabi poet Hassanpuri has died.

Kunitz prize for Worcester poets.

Chatting with Clive James.

One library to rule them all (and last forever).

Burying the heart, and the hatchet, for a mistreated Poe.

When the poetfolio loses its worth.

“No loved one,” but limitless love for Rilke.

Jack Spicer, Kevin Killian, and Suheir Hammad win American Book Awards.

Which Shelley, which part of the monster.

Poetry prizes pyrrhic victories?

Hall on grandparents, privacy, marriage, bliss, New Hampshire, and more.

Faber New Poets finds nifty neophytes.

“I am not what I am”: Iago explains it all.

True fact: Baker on authenticity, and never-ending birds.

Bradstreet walks life’s first stage.

At statue dedication, Hillary Clinton to honor the monumental (and gay?) Whitman in Moscow . . .

. . . and Russian gays find Clinton reticent on homophobia.

The Cavafy cavity: Alexandria loses interest in native son.

The great Monty Python haiku contest.

Griffin judges announced.

Seeing through glasses, darkly: Beachy-Quick on Rossell.

Diz Thoo Rememb’r talking like this?

The fart of verse.

John Freeman takes it for Granta.

Losing the art of reading the shelves.

National book awards announced.

Oh, Canada! They’ve got their own flag, and their own book awards, too.

Can Obama’s poetry make something happen?

To the lighthouse! Khalil Gibran Vs. Vanilla Ice.

Unspahringly accomplished: Hardison winner is scholar, teacher, poet.

Caged bird still singing: Angelou put to music in Pittsburgh.

Taylor Swift puts “right rhymes at the end of the right sentences,” makes “words bounce off page.”

Chortling with Sherman.

Shore this shore against his ruins.

Poe’s “Raven,” revised for the man cave.

More Tagore!

They speak highly of Speak Low author Phillips.

Math can rhyme?

On Huffpo’s new books page, huffpoet explores lyricism. Good stuffpo.

Feet in good order? Poetry marathon to run in London.

The Nobel committee, too, dislikes it: revisiting the last winning poet.

Craig Raine’s Areté, arresting and unstoppable.

Epic fail? Returning to Achilles’s death.

Of farms and forms: Robert Wells’s new pastoral.

Poor poet, rich poetry: tea with Paul Durcan.

Getting into Tom Leonard’s “Outside the Narrative.”

Vona Groarke’s Spindrift rich in grimaces and sequins.

Library of Virginia poetry prizes announced.

“To print him into her bones”: Ted Hughes’s “Lovesong.”

Hold on tight: Guardian poll names “The Wasteland” one of Britain’s favorite poems.

“That poetry editors don’t die from bad karma is probably proof there’s no such thing as karma.”

Reports of poetry’s death have been greatly exaggerated.

The cliché wins this round.

Brevity is the soul of what? The great long poems of America.

Don’t mess with the Zuk.

Mixing metaphor and metonymy.

Bidart of Bakersfield.

Nesting with Nester: how appropriate.

Finding a San Francisco poet through the blogospheric fog.

The good book of J.

The fetters of Ted Hughes’s letters.

Metarchambeau: a blog takes on his blogging.

Portrait of the artist as a Jung man.

Simic on Seidel’s domineering—and seductive—“I.”

What lurks with Lorca: more on planned exhumation.

No Muir poet.

"How like me, to put all my eggs into one bastard": Dorothy Parker love poem discovered.

Plagiarism’s not the thing: Edward III bona fide Shakespeare, says computer.

“But what I really want to do is write.”—Everyone in the world.

Mary Jo Bang makes a sanguine Cassandra.

Fishing for Armantrout . . .

John Gallaher wins Boston Review poetry contest.

The Top 50 MFA Programs.

“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.”