Samizdat Blog

No, no, I'm not dead or otherwise incapacitated: it's just that I've been busy tapping out some reviews and plugging away on a c...

I've done it: I've watched the students troop off from campus, to whatever beach or internship awaits. Much to the dismay of the sen...

The premiere issue of Mayday is up online, featuring (among other things) Kent Johnson's "Some Darker Bouquets," an open le...

So there I was, puffing away on the treadmill, preparing for bicycle season (Team Slow Ride, the crew with which I so inelegantly ride, will...

I've been working on an essay about Rimbaud and, as always, taking more notes than necessary. Here are a few of them... * The hagiograp...

Back in the fall of '97 I opened my mailbox to find a free promotional CD from Naxos Records, a label specializing in inexpensive record...

A short review I wrote of Bonnie Costello's new book of criticism, Planets on Tables is now up on the Boston Review site. Costello...

Some very sad news: Franklin Rosemont has died at the age of 65. Rosemont was the kind of man for whom the epithet "American original...

No! Go away! I've had it with you lot, always banging on my door and demanding that I blog about Belgian surrealist poetry of the 40s an...

I've just fished the April issue of Poetry out of my mailbox, and am stoked to find Gabriel and Marcel Piqueray — Belgian twins, Surrea...

Maybe it's because I finally got around to ordering up Milk on the pay-per-view the other day, or maybe it's just because I'v...

About a month ago, in reaction to the bombardment of comments I was getting about how cute my infant daughter was, I posted something about ...