Samizdat Blog

Ever since my daughter, Lila, was born four months ago I've been spending most mornings hanging out with her. She's good company bu...

Bruce Andrews! Juliana Spahr! Leslie Scalapino! Allen Ginsberg! Ezra Pound! and, uh...me! Yep. Once again, I'm part of the WSUM Word Sa...

Sad news: the poet David Bromige has died. I only met him once or twice, but I admired his work, his wit, his sense of play and style. He ...

"Storming the Museum of Irrelevance" , the web version of an essay I wrote for the current issue of Poetry , is now online. If yo...

"You know when a communications medium is obsolete?" my media theorist collegaue Dave Park likes to ask, before answering himself ...

What thou lovest well remains, &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp...

There are only a few presses that have changed poetry publishing. New Directions in its heyday helped bring Modernism to the bookstores. C...

"We got a Yeats, you got a Wallace Stevens." That's what Eavan Boland told me, more than a decade ago, when I interviewed her...

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...