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I am sitting in the living room of one Mr. Garland Thompson Jr., who at the moment s a very, very busy man. He is a one-man whirling dervish, a...

I know that many of us submit our work to contests. I know for a fact that at least two Harrieteers, Ange and myself, have sent manuscripts to the annual...

Somewhere in his essays, William Gass says that in reply to the foolish question, 'Who do you write for?' he says 'The ear.' This recurred to mind this week while perusing...

Last night, Lindsey, the babysitter, drubbed me in Boggle. I think her score was more than triple mine. I'm not positive about this: I was having trouble keeping track...

Brandon Stosuy sends along this quote from a new song by Okkervil River: "From a bridge on Washington Avenue, the year of 1972, broke my bones and skull and it...

Sooner or later, "Cucurrucucu Paloma" finds its way to you, poets, and you swoon -- because you are among the last, the very last swooners. Looking around the web for...

John Cage David Wondrich Georges Perec Cheryl Donegan Sri Ramakrishna James Joyce Abraham Lincoln Gillespie Marjorie Perloff Christian Bök David Antin Aram Saroyan Roland Barthes Diana Vreeland Andy Warhol Jan Holcomb Ken Freedman Sten Hanson Larry Miller Yoko Ono Kay Rosen Walter Benjamin Augusto De Campos Sergio Bessa Ara Shirinyan Geoffrey Young James Siena Jean Baudrillard Gertrude...

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL (YAB) is my favorite public art collective based in Chicago. YAB is powered by a hundreds-large gang of anonymous visual artists that install the same three-word poem—"YOU ARE...

In answer to my own call for a pro-consumerist poetry, I was reminded that writers have long been the ultimate consumers. This has been true in analog times -- the...

On May 10 of this year Gabe Gudding reprinted a poem by Henry Gould on his blog; the poem incorporates a bit of pink chalk graffito Henry found on the...