I wrote this poem a few years ago, before AI had fully wheedled its way into our world. If I were writing it now I would certainly include AI “assisted” poetry on my acrimonious list of esthetic dodges, missteps, category errors and dubious practices.
Campbell McGrath on "When I Hear the Young Poets" |
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"Hala Alyan on Calling Our Exiled Selves into the Room"
"Hala Alyan’s debut memoir, I’ll Tell You When I’m Home, is a powerful story of survival, addiction, longing, and resistance. After years of trying to have a child, facing miscarriage after miscarriage, Alyan decides to use a surrogate. She frames the story of the pregnancy around the story of her life, as she looks to the past—at her family’s exile and displacement, at her childhood and adolescence, at her addiction and her marriage. As the baby grows inside another woman’s body, the chaos of Alyan’s own life grows as well."
via ELECTRIC LITERATURE |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Aby Kaupang on Language as Form
"Often I have thought of Bidart’s insistence on the necessary poem as clarifying my draw to poetic architecture. One night, in looking for his specific quote (for the hundredth time), I re-read his 1983 interview with Mark Halliday and was newly drawn to the part where Bidart speaks of a 'will unbroken and in stasis' that has 'learned to refuse' what the world might easily offer." |
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