Samizdat Blog

My life and that of Joe Francis Doerr have run in parallel tracks in several respects: we both grew up in the west; we went to grad school ...

Fret not, gentle reader: I'm not here to lay some heavy, heady theory on you. Instead of wrenching hefty notions down from the Olympian...

No, peeps, no, you've got me all wrong. I admit the image above might lead you to believe I consider the availability of Old Milwaukee ...

The army of high-powered agents, dodgy promoters, sycophantic managers, and assorted poetry-biz hangers-on who handle my bookings are still ...

While we here in the United States were gathered round our Thanksgiving turkeys for our annual family re-enactments of Who's Afraid of V...

I've had my head stuck way, way too deep into the murky mists of Coleridge's Biographia Literaria to think straight lately, but now...

Know who's a good poet? Graham Foust . That's who. You can read a really good Foust poem if you subscribe to The Nation . But the...

Richard Taruskin makes some big noise about classical music , or at any rate about the discourse around classical music, over at The New Rep...

About a decade ago I got into a bit of a tussle on the POETICS email list with Aldon Nielson. If I remember correctly, the tussling had to ...

I'm actually not plugging another big poetry reading in Chicago (although I will shamelessly mention tomorrow's shindig at Gethseman...

Someone at Berkeley has had the wisdom to put their "Lunch Poems" series up online in both audio and video format — I discovered t...

I woke up the other day and realized something: this is, for however brief and shining a moment, where it's at. This being our fair ci...