Samizdat Blog

I'm in Iceland. Long story. But I'll be back soon. In the meantime, why not amuse yourself by translating Jónas Hallgrímsson, the...

Hey y'all (I'm trying to blend in with the good people of Oklahoma, so I hope you'll bear with my affected "y'all,...

You know, the last time I attached the phrase "part one" to a post, I never quite got around to creating a "part two," s...

Right then. Here at last is my first contribution to the ongoing project of blogging about Adorno's Aesthetic Theory with Mark Scroggi...

What's that you say? You can't make it down to Tulsa, Oklamoma next week to hear me talk about the New Criticism and read my poems ...

That's Avant-Post people, not to be confused with the post-avant. The latter is either a school of poetry or a hopelessly vague abstra...

So there I was, circa 1991, sitting with my fellow grad students around a certain self-styled radical feminist professor's dining room t...

K. Silem Mohammad is onto something over at his blog, with his Sept. 1 post, Notes on (Dis)quietude and the "Post-Avant" . So ont...

Okay, peeps, here's the globe-trekking my agent put together for this fall. Fire up the Volkswagen microbus and get your tie-die on! N...

Fret not! The title of this post notwithstanding, I'm not about to lay some heavy jive on you about the dream-world of Leo Strauss and...

From the deep, muggy swamps of Florida, from beneath the very shadow of Katherine Harris, and from the lingering pile of hanging chads and b...