A dash of Dylan, a pinch of Arabic, a hint of Rilke, an undisclosed amount of myrrh, mon amour et mon amie, two decades of such love, mixed up in a sonnet-shaped bowl just for you (beloved and reader). Is not all great love a species of falling, of flailing feathers? We have fallen so long together, we have each become a floating shape of home.
Philip Metres on "Lotion Potion #42" |
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"A Conversation Between Dana Levin and Brian Teare"
"I spent a lot of time brooding on what 'waning' meant, what 'needed' meant. I was ashamed to be so attached to the gold star. I could recognize it as an old stay against the blasts and freezes of my parents, a substitution for their affection and regard, which was fitful and quite dependent on my own material success, such as it was for a kid: straight A’s, spelling bee trophy. But such knowing changed nothing about my feelings—understanding, alone, never does."
via THE ADROIT JOURNAL |
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What Sparks Poetry:
J. Michael Martinez on Reading Prose
"I wanted to understand its syntactic logic of worlding, and, so, I mirrored Angello's process: in my work, I chose to meditate, word by word, on the chorus of Ritchie Valens' "We Belong Together." The prose poem sequence that emerged became a structuring force for the book as a whole; the sequence's prose ruminations on temporality, the body, and love, spread out across the book, acted as scaffolds to Tarta Americana's overarching themes." |
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