Samizdat Blog

So, while Sunday morning isn't exactly a matter of Wallace Stevens' "complacencies of the peignoir" chez Archambeau, I do ...

Last summer I posted a longish entry about poetry readings , the gist of which was "I, too, dislike them," at least much of the ti...

Live in Chicago! Minneapolis' very own Zach Barocas! Z. will be reading tonight at Powell's in Chicago, 2850 N. Lincoln Ave, starti...

Sometimes — not always, but sometimes — rebutting Ron Silliman's more extreme versions of his characteristic us-vs.-them poetic manichae...

Forgive me, gentle reader, for the hyper-academic title of this post, utterly, irredeemably formulaic as it is. A punchy little phrase, a co...

This is kind of a belated response to some email I got about an Adorno post many weeks ago, in which I was accused semi-accurately of defili...

So there I was, going over my notebook of annotations to Maurice Scully's two new books, Sonata and Tig for the review I was writing,...

So we now live in a country where this happens. One could say something about the irony of an administration that says it fights against t...

Josh Corey , Eric Selinger and Mark Scroggins have been blogging up a storm about difficulty and pleasure in poetry (and, as always seems ...

Hot off the internet, the first issue of Absent is up and running! Check it out for Simon DeDeo's new essay "Towards an Anarchis...

This is great! I mean, you might not think so, on the surface of it. The event itself is one that may seem like a bit of a downer, or at l...

I know you've probably parked the VW microbus you were using to follow me on my world tour this fall, but hold off on fumigating the hip...