JANN
BURNER:
Until the 1980's most kayaks were of the white water variety
JAMES
M. CROTTY: I knew Kurt Cobain
RODRIGO
DORFMAN: Nobody seems to know the exact time and
place the term "Reality TV" first came into existence
JONATHAN
KIEFER: Not long ago, at a downtown subway station
in San Francisco, I was forced to consider logging on to Monster.com
LUCY
GRIFFIN APPERT: One fall semester, I lectured on
Great Books before a class of 28 New York University freshmen and
one naked woman who perched in the window directly across from my
sixth floor classroom
JOZEF
IMRICH: Back in July 1980, two burial vaults awaited
the caskets of my two drowned friends. Our mother country Czechoslovakia
forced them under, legs kicking, arms flailing
INA
PFITZNER on Paul: As translations they reside in
the middle-ground between the "domesticated" translations
by Michael Hamburger and/or Joachim Neugroschel, and the formally
more daring, foreignizing versions by John Felstiner or Pierre Joris.
Surely to many readers' liking, these poems sound like originals
themselves
CHRISTIAN
PROZAK on Ed Sanders: From the man who brought us
the immortal sentence "All was"
RONNIE
BURK on Philip Whalen: If Gertrude Stein and William
Carlos Williams had a baby it would have been Philip Whalen
KIRBY
OLSON on Larry Fagin: I first met Fagin at Naropa
University in 1977 where he worked as a poetry professor
JACK
MICHELINE interviewed by EDDIE WOODS:
I was fucked up like anyone born in the Bronx, in an Irish-Italian
neighborhood
SUSAN
M. SCHULTZ on Charles Bernstein and Marjorie Perloff:
Bernstein's claims for poetry are in many ways even stronger than
Perloff's, although he begins from the same starting blocks with
(an all-too-easy?) attack on advertising culture, arguing that poets
should display
|
MICHAEL
ANDRE on Richard Morris: Richard Morris is widely
admired in the small world of alternative presses and daring websites
VYT
BAKAITIS on Michael Andre: Hauteur clings to pedigree;
that is to say (as one might be inclined to defer to royal presumption
of any order as a given, basic as tit for tat) his idiosyncratic
mind holds to a line of descent
MARIA
FINN: Annie Sprinkle was just on tour autographing Hardcore
from the Heart with "tit prints."
EDDIE
WOODS on William Levy's Otto Muehl: anyone who feels
seriously uneasy reading about this should ask themselves whether
their discomfort springs from genuine compassion for all sentient
beings or, instead, a deep-seated sexual arousal which their conscious
minds are scared shitless to acknowledge
DANA
WILDE on new books about Buddhist monks and Jim Morrison:
I believe that there is a limit to the extent to which you can mold
the specifics of your life, that there is no escape, not into the
manufacture of Shaker furniture nor into the excitement of travel
SKIP
FOX on Kevin Young: Young's poetry floats just over
the center, as above the rotating blades of a helicopter, almost
pacific, with one or another of his figures
JESSICA
MAILMAN on Michon: Recommendation: read during an
absolute downpour, and have wine and fish for dinner
ANDREA
ADOLPH on Bloody Twin: The integrity of poetry, in
these four volumes, is not sacrificed to the concept of vehicle
SAM
ANDERSON on Howard Bone: Howard Bone... was heroically
unsqueamish about the circus
|