Samizdat Blog

Okay, okay, okay. Sure. Since you've been after me about it for so long, I'll tell you. You're always asking me "how doe...

"It's picked over already! You'd better hurry!" These, gentle reader, were the words with which I was greeted by Patrick...

So there I was, furtively engaged in that most shameful of activities — doing an online search for my own name. Since my dad has the same n...

"Sometimes," I recall my high school art teacher saying as he looked through my sketchbook, "it's by fucking up that we g...

The annual Art & Craft Northwestern Summer Writers' Conference kicks off in a few weeks, and I'll be sullying a schedule that i...

The zeitgeist is nothing if not promiscuous, and apparently she's been two-timing me with Ron Silliman, whose post today has to do with...

Gather round, boys and girls, and I'll tell you a tale of a long-ago magical time known as the Clinton Administration. Back in those ch...

Back from Paris, where I was at a fabulous, compact conference on poetry and "the public/private divide" at the Sorbonne. There w...

Sé qué usted es pensamiento. Usted es preguntándose cuando "El Kafka Sutra" estará disponible en Español. Pregúntese no más, el am...

As I forge my way forward through the second-last of the big writing assignments I took on for the summer, I thought I'd post links to a...

You know who's a good poet? Stephen Fowler . That's who.

What? No! Wrong again, ruffianos! I haven't died (though last Sunday I had a run-in with a bad burrito, the less said of which the bett...