[line] I’d lived in the Faroe Islands for several years before meeting Steinbjørn B. Jacobsen. It was the summer of 2008, and we were introduced at an exhibition’s opening reception in Stephansson’s House. Steinbjørn gave my hand an extra firm shake
There are books of poetry that have played large parts in periods of my life, the call and response of certain life events or challenges. The book that has remained closest to me throughout has been Tony Hoagland’s Sweet Ruin.
3rd ANNUAL NAPOMO 30/30/30 :: DAY 26 :: PETER MILNE GREINER on RICHARD BRAUTIGAN and THE SINGULARITY
[box] All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually programming harmony like pure water touching clear sky. I like to think (right now, please!) of a cybernetic forest filled with pines and
3rd ANNUAL NAPOMO 30/30/30 :: DAY 25 :: M. KROCHMALNIK GRABOIS on CHARLES BUKOWSKI :: John Fante Was L.A. and Bukowski Was L.A. and I Am L.A.
[box]Editor's note: Sometime early this year, I'd been corresponding with a new contributor about the upcoming print magazine, and invited him to submit a piece for this year's series. This contributor was M. Krochmalnik Grabois, and what was to follow
[box] Unless You Have One Hell of an Imagination* You probably had to be there to appreciate the acrid stench of melting latex and the various grades and densities of the raw rubber slabs we heaved into the smelters of the fine itch of carbon black that clung
3rd ANNUAL NAPOMO 30/30/30 :: DAY 20 :: Christina Rodriguez on Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva, and the Art of Breathlessness
It's a slow kind of love that builds as the pages are turning. When you read a book, you grow to love the story, the characters, and the author. If you are a writer, you might find a mentor and a
The morning I noticed a Billy Collins poem on the subway train, a part of the Poetry In Motion series, I was overcome with joy. “Hell yes!” I thought to myself, “a poet I know and love!” It was white
Before I met Natalie Diaz, I was already in love with her writing. The day of my first workshop session with her, I scurried in nervously, eager to soak up insight into how she chisels poems from the bruised and
[line] I met Philip Whalen in 1976 at the Naropa Institute in Boulder, Colorado, where I was a student (22 years old). Philip co-taught a class with Allen Ginsberg called "Visiting Poetics." At that time Philip was a Zen monk, with a
In Dead Men’s Praise, Jacqueline Osherow explores the world through her identity as a Jewish-American woman poet of the first post-Holocaust generation. The tensions that define and trouble this identity are apparent in Osherow’s exploration of how a simple trip through