Samizdat Blog

Just introduced the new writer in residence here at Lake Forest to the swanky suite of rooms in which she'll be writing and residing. I...

So there I was, lounging around on the couch, swilling coffee, munching a scone and beginning to suspect that this Sunday's New York Tim...

Alrighty then. So I've got about a half-dozen writing committments simmering in the critical kitchen, and several bits of administative...

The latest Cultural Society is up online, thanks to the efforts of the indefatigable Zach Barocas, who deserves some kind of medal for gett...

I've been tapping out a short essay about Belgian Surrealist poetry of the mid-twentieth century today (what, like you did something mor...

Just coming back to my senses after three days zonked out on the couch with the flu. It's always strange, coming back to health: I feel...

The official ads will be going out soon, but I thought I'd give a sneak preview of the second annual Madeleine P. Plonsker Prize, a publ...

Mere moments ago I braved the Chicago cold to retrieve a copy of Jerome Rothenberg's latest book, Poetics & Polemics: 1980-2005 fro...

Of all the responses I've received to "Poetry, Politics, and Leanings-Left" , Mark Yakich 's has been the most interesting...

So this gentleman has written a letter to the editor claiming I'm an "unreconstructed Marxist" on the basis of his reading o...

I recently discovered that two of my old high school pals, neither of whom I've seen in years, have both become poets: Oscar Martens an...

I'm down in New Orleans, to which I fled so I could grade my students' final essays while lounging in the Cafe du Monde and eating b...