Berfrois

Outside of sex, the New Yorker is not too stylistically risky…

Outside of sex, the New Yorker is not too stylistically risky…

I’ve sent poems to the New Yorker for about 30-40 years. Through three different editors. Not every day or every year but it would strike me every now and then that it was something I ought to do.

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Ed Simon: NPM

Ed Simon: NPM

National Poetry Month recently ended in that cruelest of months. Critics may take aim at the kitschification of poetry which once supposedly existed at the heights of Parnassian influence.

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Greg Bem on Don Mee Choi

Greg Bem on Don Mee Choi

It is difficult to talk about war. And yet many humans do. But how we do it and for how long is another question. Especially with relationships to information today, and relationships to time, I am thinking of fragments.

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Prose With a Poet’s Head

Prose With a Poet’s Head

Lines and sentences: even now, nonfiction—including nonfiction by poets—is approached by readers, and sometimes by writers, chiefly as information, argument, or anecdote.

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Peter Marshall on Wallace Stevens

Peter Marshall on Wallace Stevens

Wallace Stevens lived, for the most part, the life of the neighbor you would probably avoid.

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Marianne Moore was a passionate reviser…

Marianne Moore was a passionate reviser…

From The Nation: Moore was born near St. Louis, Missouri, in 1887. Her parents separated before her birth, and subsequently her father, already institutionalized, severed his hand, taking literally the injunction of Matthew 5:30 (“If thy right hand offend thee, cut it off”). To her mother and her brother Warner,...

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The Poetry Prize

The Poetry Prize

I was a micro-celebrity on campus. It is comforting to people to know that the poet among them is not a fraud, and to have that knowledge gifted without the burden of having to actually read poems.

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Can we divorce ourselves from nepotism?

Can we divorce ourselves from nepotism?

I hover my mouse over the “send” button before finally making the motion and clicking. It’s done. I have told these widely published writers their submissions will not be accepted for this particular publication.

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Halo-Child

Halo-Child

C.D. Wright—she was a force. I felt her force as soon as my future husband at the time gave me a copy of Cooling Time

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‘What does it mean to be held by rhythm?’

‘What does it mean to be held by rhythm?’

What I have been thinking about of late is how those first lyric poets were trying to invent ways to express human life in the various beats, pops, and hums of language (the part of the music we still have some scraps of).

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‘You can spend your whole life thinking of death’

‘You can spend your whole life thinking of death’

You can spend your whole life thinking of death. Or soaring from it. My father was the opposite of Glück’s — steeped instead in the earthly, the decimal point, and the profit margin.

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Two Lines of Poetic Development

Two Lines of Poetic Development

What seems to me chiefly remarkable in the popular conception of a Poet is its unlikeness to the truth. Misconception in this case has been flattered, I fear, by the poets themselves.

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