Poet’s Math

March 9, 2015

Contributor’s Marginalia: Hannah Stephenson on “Lost Earring” by Alexandra van de Kamp In the mathematics of language, “and” is a plus sign. This joins that. Sometimes one entity is submerged in the other, and sometimes they congregate alongside one another in clusters, like ducks and geese. “And” is the word and concept in the gas tank of Alexandra Van […]

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“Moths” and Me

March 2, 2015

Contributor’s Marginalia: A.E. Stallings on “Moths” by Brian Barker Many things appeal to me about this poem, some on a purely idiosyncratic level.  First, I love the word “moths.”  I once mistranslated a Latin passage in college because I had written down “moth” instead of “month” as I was methodically looking up words in the dictionary.  (I was puzzled—intrigued?—to […]

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Prose Feature: A Review of Rowan Ricardo Phillips’s HEAVEN (FS&G, 2015), by John Poch

February 27, 2015

It most often seems to me that English is not a particularly beautiful language, but Rowan Ricardo Phillips’s poetry argues eloquently against that. His ear for the language, sound and syntax, is inherited through Wallace Stevens and Hart Crane, clowningly playful while serious, repetitive while new, grounded in the city as well as a sheep […]

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“And What If What’s Beyond This is No Feeling?”

February 22, 2015

Contributor’s Marginalia: Kjerstin Kauffman on “Eve of the Ascent” by Katy Didden There’s a moment in “Eve of the Ascent” when the speaker’s thoughts move from Dante’s Purgatory to what’s immediate and in front of her: “Behind gnarly junipers our white tent flaps / in wind that would lift it a mile over the valley / had […]

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Hesitation and the Poetic Metaphor

February 15, 2015

Contributor’s Marginalia: Brianna Noll on “The Cloudmaker’s Key” by Kai Carlson Wee There’s something about a metaphor, a good metaphor, that hooks me every time. I think it’s because in a metaphor, we see the writer’s artistry: a certain conception of reality is reframed by unbridled imagination. Faces in a crowded station become “petals on a wet, […]

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