The night is warm and in this city you can see the stars from the broken sidewalks and rutted tar. I stand on my wooden porch, the dirty gray paint flaky underfoot as my feet shift of their own accord; I cannot stand still. Every hair stands on end in its follicle. The slightest movement of a leaf on the ground next to me causes me to startle, intensely amazed at the ability for the breeze to pick it up and move it a half-centimeter after spiraling through the thick, end-of-summer night air as if it were nothing.
The Arvon Poetry Prize, established thirty years ago by poet and husband of Sylvia Plath Ted Hughes, is now accepting entries. Until August 16, poets from around the world are invited to submit poems (with a seven-pound fee per piece) for the seventy-five-hundred-pound prize (a little less than twelve thousand dollars) sponsored by the British […]
pen poem by gene defcon I cover my hands with disgusting pens It feels good to clinch and unclinch Beneath this mountain Every movement sends dirty pens Cascading down and the mountain grows wider To place more pens on the top I must use my mouth Most of the pens are covered in a crust […]
Lyle Lovett, Fans Bid Paolo Soleri Farewell by Adam Perry â€œI will always remember this night,â€ Texas-born singer-songwriter Lyle Lovett said from the Paolo Soleri Amphitheatre stage in Santa Fe late Thursday evening. â€œGod bless you folks, and God bless Paolo Soleri.â€ The Santa Fe Indian School, which owns and operates the 45-year-old Paolo Soleri […]
Joe Citizen by jim benz He hopes to avoid Leon on his way to the elevator. Just past the open door of the fileroom, on the wall of the mid-office corridor, he sees a shadow approaching. He ducks into the fileroom and bumps into the tail end of Alexandra Kollontai, the new receptionist. She’s bent […]
Family of Spain’s dead great poet Hernandez want name cleared By Anita Brooks in Madrid To literature fans, Miguel Hernandez was one of Spain’s greatest modern poets, a socially conscious young writer who combined Baroque-era rhythms and surreal images such as a mother breast-feeding her baby on “onion blood”. To Spaniards unfamiliar with powerful verses […]
Gee, You’re So Beautiful Its Starting To Rain recited by Brautigan himself. Someone made this video for the reading. Pretty interesting.
The Station Agent By ELVIS MITCHELL In ”The Station Agent” a man named Fin settles into a remote outpost — a rundown train depot in the wilds of New Jersey — that is so restful it seems perfect for him. The movie’s writer and director, Tom McCarthy, has such an appreciation for quiet that it […]
Privacy: The New Cuckold by dr p fenderson In the one pale beam cast across cracked and lonely planks, still tender from the touch of quiet carpentry the (e)motes float and cavort One blink and not even the brazen sun can re-move them to dance their fortunes splayed for all to see and make privacy […]
Last week, the new editor of The Paris Review, Lorin Stein, told The Observer that he and his recently installed poetry editor, Robyn Creswell, were preparing a “holy shit” poetry section for their first issue at the helm, due out Sept. 15. “Robyn and I have been arguing about poems since we met,” said Mr. […]