If there is one place where one must not censor oneself, it is in art, isn’t it? If there is one place where there should be no social punishment, it is in art.
The characters are diffuse, performing something of a vanishing act
Printing Out the Internet: On Madeline Cash’s “Lost Lambs”
As our attention spans dwindle and our phones loom over our everyday experiences, we are increasingly demanding that novels capture our attention in the same way.
I find my poetics even more interested in situatedness than knowledge, and that’s why place became so important in the book as an organizing principle. Or like an active interlocutor and a site of convergence.
Berceuse Parish – Burnside Soleil
The dance of these poems keeps a keen rhythm
I feel at ease in male friendships and at ease in what some might consider male spaces. I hate men. I love men.
The Harmattan Winds — Sylvain Trudel, Tr. from the French by Donald Winkler
So much time inside such a limited subjectivity also made me question my own. Was I right to read Hugues as pathological, even psychopathic?
Think about the speech patterns of someone dear to you, Rachelle Toarmino told us, at a November workshop with Brooklyn Poets. Think about something annoying they’ve recently said or done. Think about a verbal quirk of theirs that, against all odds, you find endearing. By focusing on how this person speaks, writers can more faithfully […]
In this era of autocorrect, Lewis’s characters speak in typos
The Dream of the Jaguar – Miguel Bonnefoy
Is Bonnefoy suggesting that we read these European colonial narratives as magical realist texts?