Saturday, July 14, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
Just got a rejection from Cutbank of "Coal/Cole/Kohl" poems; oh well, one of these days an editor might want to publish a piece in the "series." Or it might be that the trope/concept of make/making-up, the poetry of Cole Swensen, and the subject of coal-mining doesn't mesh together into a dynamic of interest for most.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
I guess this is revealing what a wretched aesthete I am: I am cheered that Evie Shockley's poem in honor/in anger at the death of Trayvon Martin does not just repeat an end-word in each couplet to form its Ghazal-ness, but also employs that, for my mindearheart, utterly necessary front-rhyme preceding the repeated end-word. Honestly, I find, aside from its prosody, the poem a bit dull: there's indisputable truth in it, but it's sociological more than linguistic, and so I am not taken to a "new" location for consciousness, and so the poem for me ultimately ends up lacking urgency and instead seems like a summary of some of the worst of racial politics in the USA. That said, the newly added couplet which directly references TM works the best I think, as the idea of being punished for surviving is poignant.
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