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Saturday, March 26, 2005 |
The April Poetry arrived in the mail today, with six poems each by Kay Ryan and A. E. Stallings, two of my favorites. Stallings' "Triolet on a Line Apocryphally Attributed to Martin Luther" comes damn close to making me regret I'm not taking her workshop on "Forms of Repetition" at West Chester this year: it begins "Why should the Devil get all the good tunes, / The booze and the neon and Saturday night, / The swaying in darkness, the lovers like spoons?"
I haven't yet read anything else in the issue. There's another set of essays by non-poets on their experience of poetry, and a set by some of the regular contributors to Poetry. Reviews are by Dan Chiasson — I'm not hopeful. But Ryan and Stallings by themselves make this a great issue.
6:52:37 PM 
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Until Arts & Letters Daily pointed me to Clive James' review in the Sunday New York Times book section (here's the link, but it's only good for a few days because of the NYT's obnoxious for-pay-only archive policy), I had no intention of buying Camille Paglia's poetry anthology Break, Blow, Burn. Having read the review, I'll try to buy the book today on my way to Kent Johnson and Patrick Herron's reading in the Desert City series — and I'll certainly be looking for more writing by James. That I don't know him is probably evidence of my literary hick status, having been out of university life for fifteen years and having never lived anywhere near a city big enough to have a real literary scene independent of the academies.
2:41:16 PM
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2006 Michael Snider.
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