Back in '09 I attended UMass Amherst to know a bit of James Tate. First workshop I ever had with Jim I turned in some early version of this poem. I remember him listening carefully, letting everyone go through the lines, only for him to assert at the end, "Well, I don't know what it means, but I like it!" I never forgot that moment. Later, the character of his shared sentiment became the metaphysical stance of the speaker in this poem.
Brian Foley on "Violin" |
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Tolu Oloruntoba, Douglas Kearney Win 2022 Griffin Poetry Prize
"Oloruntoba won the $65,000 Canadian prize for The Junta of Happenstance (Anstruther Books/Palimpsest Press). In their citation, the jury said that Oloruntoba's poetry 'collides the language of revolution with the landscapes of the body'....Kearney was the winner of the $65,000 International prize for Sho (Wave Books), which was also a finalist for the National Book Award, Pen American, and Minnesota Book Award."
via QUILL AND QUIRE |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Leah Nieboer on Hillary Gravendyk's Harm
"I keep reading it because it makes me desire its inevitable cyborgs and monsters, its palpitated time-signatures, its 'pink dreaming riot.' I, too, want to get weaved in. Or—I am already weaved in, and desire a present, and future, that is livable with, and inclusive of, a chronic error-measure. Give me less of that narrative 'cure' imposed 'across an abrupt jumble of absences' and more of this speculative wildness." |
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