Archive for December, 2008
Sunday, December 21st, 2008
“Harvesting the Carrots” by Tom Boswell
Tom Boswell HARVESTING THE CARROTS Ten years later, when it was finally over, she confessed she had fallen in love with me that late autumn afternoon while I squatted, my back to her, [...]
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Saturday, December 20th, 2008
BEHIND MY EYES by Li-Young
Review by Kristina Marie Darling BEHIND MY EYES by Li-Young Lee W.W. Norton and Company 500 Fifth Avenue New York, N.Y. 10110 ISBN: 978-0-393-06542-8 144 pp., $24.95 www.wwnorton.com In Li-Young Lee’s Behind My Eyes, hieroglyphs collide head-on with parables, burning books, and “breath to fan the fire’s nest,” setting the stage for an elegant collection [...]
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Friday, December 19th, 2008
“How She Described Her Ex-Husband…” by Martha Clarkson
Martha Clarkson HOW SHE DESCRIBED HER EX-HUSBAND WHEN THE POLICE CALLED He’s the man who wants to live on Park Place but can only afford Virginia, the Pennsylvania line running through his backyard, fast as a chance. He’s the hat who owes a luxury tax. He’s a no-trump bid without all the aces. A queen [...]
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Thursday, December 18th, 2008
Poetry Comics by Jessy Randall
JESSY RANDALL: “I first discovered poetry comics when I inventoried Kenneth Koch’s papers for the New York Public Library in 1995. Koch had done hundreds of poetry comics, some of which were later published in The Art of the Possible (Soft Skull Press, 2004). I loved the idea of these ‘comics mainly without pictures,’ as [...]
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Wednesday, December 17th, 2008
“The End and the Aim” by Ruth Bavetta
RUTH BAVETTA: “I’ve been a visual artist longer than I’ve been a poet. For years I tried to find a way to integrate my art and my words. It wasn’t until 2005 that they came together when I started to work on the pages of old books, mostly with watercolors and inks, carving poems from [...]
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Tuesday, December 16th, 2008
“Expiration Date” by Michael Bazzett
Michael Bazzett EXPIRATION DATE Those brief moments before the end in which you find yourself the oldest person in the world due to your proximity to death as opposed to any accumulation of years are happening all of the time. For instance, these past seven seconds have been monumentally important for someone somewhere, but pretty [...]
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Monday, December 15th, 2008
FRENCH KISS DESTINY, THE DVD by Marvin R. Hiemstra
Review by David Partch FRENCH KISS DESTINY, THE DVD by Marvin R. Hiemstra Zippy Digital 166 Bonview Street San Francisco, California – 94110 ISBN 10: 9780979572012 $14.95 Orders: drollmarv @ aol.com French Kiss Destiny, the DVD sets several new standards for poetry in our times. By choosing the DVD format, Marvin R. Hiemstra demonstrates the [...]
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Sunday, December 14th, 2008
“I” by Amy Sara Carroll
AMY SARA CARROLL: “When I wrote/designed/carved ‘i,’ I was enrolled in a kind of ‘History of Performance Art’ immersion course, feasting on the likes of Robert Morris’ I-Box (1962), Carolee Schneemann’s Interior Scroll (1975), and Hannah Wilke’s S.O.S.—Starification Object Series (1974). One witnesses the traces of these pieces in and on ‘i.’ To complicate matters, [...]
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Saturday, December 13th, 2008
“Early Light” by Ian Finch
IAN FINCH: “‘Early Light’ came out of my recent work using Venn diagrams as a structure for poetry. The concentric circles in this particular poem were reminiscent of a shooting target, so I decided to make it exactly that, taking aim at some familiar language.” Click the image to view a larger version: –from Rattle [...]
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Friday, December 12th, 2008
“The Preakness” by John Colasacco
John Colasacco THE PREAKNESS Jesus wasn’t going to make it, Jim kept coughing and crying on the floor next to the blue crib, the longest hair on the backs of the girls—none of it came back, a moth came back, in the noise it wasn’t possible, the garden wouldn’t turn around and show its face, [...]
