Reading Sara Ryan’s Never Leave the Foot of an Animal Unskinned
Within reach from my desk is a small wooden box. Inside is a snake’s skull, the gift of a friend…
Within reach from my desk is a small wooden box. Inside is a snake’s skull, the gift of a friend…
The twenty-seven desks of Bunche 3117, a small UCLA classroom, remain bolted to the floor, as they have been for…
Twice I’ve seen the poet and critic Bill Mohr hold aloft a copy of Laurence Goldstein’s Poetry Los Angeles. Mohr…
Last month, the poet Tim Miller published a large batch of my poems in Underfoot, an online journal he co-edits…
A selection from my current project, Naming the Animals, is up at Underfoot Poetry. Thanks to editors Tim Miller and…
Theodor Adorno warned against poetry after Auschwitz. To write it, he said, is “barbaric” because “critical intelligence … confines itself…
Since last summer, I’ve been reading Alphabet, a collection from the late Danish poet Inger Christensen, alongside Alexander Theroux’s The…
Last month, I read Georges Perec’s I Remember, an unsorted list of personal recollections, each prefaced with the title phrase….
I’ve taken a break from Karl Ove Knausgaard’s massive novel-memoir My Struggle to read a very different kind of autobiography: Georges…
I’ve asked friends about Karl Ove Knausgaard’s 3,500-page novelesque autobiography My Struggle. Most have never heard of it. Most of…