Brenda Shaugnessy’s powerful third volume of poems, Our Andromeda, has been considered as a collection many places. Shaugnessy says the book “has to deal with the notion of alternative realities, alternate selves, doubles, twins, sisters…. What if this didn’t happen?”
“Please come to my house lit by leaf light”: On Brenda Shaugnessy’s “Visitor” Read More »
It is March, and I cannot remember this winter’s first snow, though I am sure I entered its white hive. By now it has been replaced. Weather comes and goes; we enter and exit. Today I have been “out” of weather (indoors), “in” weather (outdoors), back “out” of weather, and so on.
“She Seems A Part of Me”: On Carl Phillips’s “White Dog” Read More »
In her poem “Giant Fiberglass Cow,” Mary Quade addresses a roadside statue I might have seen while traveling.
“Small Things Gravitate Toward Large”: On Mary Quade’s “Giant Fiberglass Cow” Read More »
A look at a still life painting and a haiku at the beginning of another year.
Still Life With Movement Read More »
A look at “The Radio Animals,” a poem by Matthea Harvey.
Animal Transmission Read More »
Indoors, examining lamps and peering through windows, I recall the James Turrell exhibition I saw last summer at the Guggenheim. I am starting to feel like I am crawling through a pinhole, so I am happy to remember my way out of the house.
“One More Part of Clarity”: James Turrell at the Guggenheim Read More »
Reading Mourning Diary, I had the strange experience of feeling transported, through Barthes’s language, back across contours of my own mourning.
The Private Art? On Roland Barthes’s Mourning Diary Read More »
