Harriet

Ask Jen Hofer what she’s working on and the answer will be something like: I’m translating four books, writing a few of my own, teaching, interpreting for Spanish-speakers in the...

Notes for national corpse month, continued: Do dreams require belief? A system, like a machine with a dream at one end and belief at the other, each produced by the marvelous...

In “Translating Poetry, Translating Blackness,” John Keene argues that “we need more translation of literary works by non-Anglophone black diasporic authors into English, particularly by U.S.-based translators, and that these...

As it turns out, there’s no way to discuss poetry and money without also talking about work, institutions educational and otherwise, hierarchies of value, the reproduction of various normals—or, as...

Tonya Foster takes on the question of form itself in “Touching Authenticities” by deconstructing the essay, which strikes me as a necessary gesture given that she is tending to the...

Notes for national corpse month, continued: I keep returning to this moment during the one-year memorial of Michael Brown’s death, August 9, 2015, in Ferguson, Missouri, when Marcellus Buckley was reading...

It strikes me that Eileen Myles is the first person in this series of pieces about money and poetry to name dollar amounts. I think this is a working class...

One of my life-long preoccupations continues to be how to write about loss, how to attend to the thing that is beyond one’s grasp. In “Dear Gone” Grey Vild stumbles...

Notes for national corpse month, continued: I am thinking about the garden. Youna Kwak imagines it (first). Then she remembers it. Then she is in it, walking alone. Before I fail...

It’s not an exaggeration to say that Cecilia Vicuña, at the age of 24, and without even meaning to be, was way ahead of her time as a maker of...