FIRE ISLAND

sift developed from a translation of the Moroccan philosopher Abdessalam Benabdelali...

hockey pucks are frozen prior to each game...

Are the dolphins somehow a metaphor for our condition as humans, believing that we are free so long as we remain oblivious to the restrictions within which we operate?

Philip was a great friend of mine. I loved him like a brother and miss him dearly. My collection of his work is not only a personal treasure...

I never knew Pierre-Albert Jourdan, but he was the first person ever to publish my work...

I well remember the first time I went to the Poetry Bookshop. It was in July, 1913...

Claude McKay offered in Harlem Shadows a genuinely new sensibility in African American and Black Caribbean arts...

Whatever my own hesitations, I usually end up challenging the idea that there are things we must not write about, for fear of giving offense...

‘And’ is superfluous, omissible. Nowhere is this more apparent than in the regulated couplets of Tang poetry...

Paris wasn’t then what it is now...

To experience a version of the cool exhilaration of a mid-twentieth-century American jazz night, one might start by listening to an iconic Miles Davis recording...

I don’t catch Phillis Wheatley’s joke at first...

I’ve always loved Jim Harrison’s poetry—so full of itself, so direct and hungry and angered and awed...

Affiliation is a geography of bleeding boundaries and abrupt junctures...

Bishop’s persona is part she-moose, part bus; part warrior-fish, part oily vessel; part pastoral idyll, and part atomic bomb...

thank you for apple peelings in the wastepaper basket...

Inside St Mary’s Church in Gdańsk stands a Clock of Everything. At fourteen metres, it was the tallest clock ever built when Hans Düringer completed it in 1470...