My new book, "Death Styles" is a record of how I lifted my own evil spell and wrote myself back to life. To write it, I set myself three rules: I had to write every day; I had to follow any inspiration that came my way; and I had to write until totally exhausted. On 8.18.20, my style icons were Diana Vreeland, Nick Cave, the iridescing chest of a rotting pigeon on a collapsing pier in Brighton, and chlorophyll.
Joyelle McSweeney on "8 . 18 . 20" |
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"Dr. Mag Gabbert Named the Second Dallas Poet Laureate"
"Over a two-year term, Gabbert will represent the City of Dallas as an ambassador of the literary arts by presenting her original poems at schools and community events. She will develop outreach initiatives to engage and inspire the Dallas community to read, write, perform and appreciate the written and spoken word. Gabbert will hold regular artist-in-residence office hours at the Central Library. "
via DALLAS CITY NEWS |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Juliana Spahr on "Gentle Now, Don't Add to Heartache"
"Humans do not show up until the eighth section of sixteen. The chant is enumerative, but not merely enumerative. In the list of flora and fauna that the Kumulipo includes, humans come after birds, bats, and fish and before octopus, coral, and eel. I know of almost no examples of a poem with such an ecosystem, such a hope, such a possibility, such a reminder. And if I had to start to try to figure out what poetry is in this moment of ecological crisis, I might start there." |
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