Reviews of relatively recent works of poetry and poetics, mostly by poets.edited by Charles Bernstein
Illustrations by Drea Cofield.
Philippe Soupault, Lost Profiles: Memoirs of Cubism, Dada, and SurrealismBy Paul Auster
As a glimpse into that time, these lost portraits are invaluableand often deeply moving.
Andrew Dodds, I, SparkieBy Derek Beaulieu
In 1958, a budgie from Newcastle, U.K. named Sparkie received an award for having the largest vocabulary of any known bird.
Erín Moure, My Beloved Wager: Essays from a Writing PracticeBy Caroline Bergvall
Not that there is an easy collusion between politics and writing. Nor an easy translatability between texts and languages.
Daniil Kharms, Russian Absurd: Selected WritingsBy Charles Bernstein
Kharms’s obliquely allegorical dark comedies are at once mystical and mythic, Daoist and Dadaist, daring and deranging, surrealist and satiric, metaphysical and metafictional.
Moez Surani, ةيلمع Operación Opération Operation 行 动 OперацияBy Christian Bök
Surani examines the poetics of the military (whose protocols require that each violent mission receive a moniker, whose metaphorical connotations must convey both a dignity of purpose and an element of secrecy).
Tom Raworth, As WhenBy Miles Champion
Raworth’s movement through time is toward ever-greater compressiona restless homing-in on a perceived center he has described as “pure politics.”
David Antin, i never knew what time it wasBy Cecilia Corrigan
I remember he was tall and bald and had an intensely serious expression on his face while he talked in a bobbing, weaving manner about Freud and other things.
Adam Fitzgerald, George Washington: PoemsBy Samuel R. Delany
If you bed someone and then learn more about them, is the truth a replacement for the first impressions, or were the impressions a replacement for the truth?
Gavin Selerie, Hariot DoubleBy Johanna Drucker
This is a double portrait in counterpoint tongues, musings, mutterings, riffs, and rants, reflections and peregrinations through lexical domains.
Tracie Morris, handholding: 5 kindsBy Craig Dworkin
Morris moves with loving attention and unflinching critical detail between the signature language of other artistsvariously acoustic, filmic, documentary, poeticand her own distinct idiom.
Tonya M. Foster, A Swarm of Bees in High CourtBy Erica Hunt
Tonya Foster tunes the language and brings out the I, the you, the us (the most underestimated words in my opinion in English) to spin the conjoined through pronominal association, to pulse, gather, and scatter. The swarm is a sustaining force.
Abdellatif Laâbi, In Praise of Defeat: Selected PoemsBy Pierre Joris
It is this struggle, what he calls his “solitary-solidary struggle,” deeply committed, deeply political, yet situated outside any ideological system, a struggle toward the construction of an ethics able to equal the complexities of our world, that has been his compass. The rest is poetry.
Simone White, Of Being DispersedBy Douglas Kearney
You and Me Are Not Friends, OK? nitty-gritties like a choice fractalization of Millie Jackson.
Barbara Guest, The Collected Poems of Barbara GuestBy Kyoo Lee
Barbara Guest (1920 2006) remains a Guest, singularly and generouslyher geist still edging up to and through you, like, right now.
Sawako Nakayasu, The AntsBy Tan Lin
What happens when a common human feeling, say love, envy, or the desire to organize your kitchen utensil drawer, gets inserted into the body of an ant?
Keith Waldrop, Selected PoemsBy Mark McMorris
The poems seem to come from a man with a taste for bywaystheosophy, alchemy, fundamentalist theology in Kansasin the syntax of there is and it is present, as brought before the speculative mind, and wondered about.
Édgar J. Ulloa Luján, Move that River to the SeaBy Tracie Morris
Édgar J. Ulloa Lujáns début manuscript gives me that prickly feeling.
Will Alexander, “Live at the Roosevelt Room,” Detroit, August 24, 2016By Julie Patton
Do you want the door closed?
Martin Mueller, The IliadBy Bob Perelman
Note, amid the difference, the continual suggestions of connectivity
Mia You, I, too, Dislike ItBy Lisa Robertson
Near the end of the volume, her History of Art is one of the most beautiful poems I have read.
Cat Painters: An Anthology of Contemporary Serbian PoetryBy Jerome Rothenberg
But the sighting, once it occurs, will not soon be forgotten.
Alejandro Miguel Justino Crawford, EgressBy Danny Snelson
The poem drops the user into a literal field of signs.
Renee Gladman, CalamitiesBy Juliana Spahr
It might be about that weird way that making art is the only steady thing that perseveres in our lives, although that is an interpretation I am implying on top of this.
Ted Greenwald, The Age of Reasons & Common SenseBy Stacy Szymaszek
You cant hear Ted without wanting to hear more Ted.
M. NourbeSe Philip, She Tries Her Tongue, Her Silence Softly BreaksBy Elizabeth Willis
slipping like an old machine between anguish and English
Susan Howe, Spontaneous Particulars: The Telepathy of the ArchivesBy Mia You
It is, in the artists own words, a collaged swan song to the old ways.