Transcend and Organize Transcend and Organize
Pier Paolo Pasolini was a force against the incoherence hiding in every hypocrisy.
Oct 7, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Susan Stewart
Atavistic Sonnet Atavistic Sonnet
Shadow of the gull on the airport wall, lunging as the fuselage vaults above the meadow. Hollow in the cornrow where the hobo slept, then a backhoe filling up the furrow. Misery of clocks in neon glare, whereabouts of warblers and island foxes, an old flame googled from the dead letter office, simple as the still-warm bench at dusk. Typing or sewing, or bringing down a fever through a length of knotted string and a rusted staple gun. Here comes the tattooed witch with her drum while the royals wait by the limousine grinning. Shadow of the gull on the airport wall, shallows in the stairs where we fell and stepped, hollow in the cornrow where the hobo slept, a backhoe filling the furrow.
Oct 8, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Susan Stewart
Lyric Nation: Three Poems by Susan Stewart Lyric Nation: Three Poems by Susan Stewart
"There Is No Natural Death," "The Forest," "The Owl"
Apr 2, 2012 / Susan Stewart
Discandied: On Women and Elegy Discandied: On Women and Elegy
Learning to mourn with Susan Howe, Gertrude Schnackenberg, Anne Carson and C.D. Wright.
Aug 24, 2011 / Books & the Arts / Susan Stewart
Mirror, Mask, Labyrinth Mirror, Mask, Labyrinth
Two new collections of the poems of Jorge Luis Borges.
Jun 30, 2010 / Books & the Arts / Susan Stewart
Antica e Moderna: The Poetry of Umberto Saba Antica e Moderna: The Poetry of Umberto Saba
The poems of Umberto Saba let tradition speak to and through modernity.
Mar 18, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Susan Stewart
A Human Pledge A Human Pledge
The most important American love poet in living memory, Robert Creeley celebrated the body and its ambivalent desires with a touch as light as a song.
Jan 2, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Susan Stewart
There Is No Natural Death There Is No Natural Death
In the Iliad, there is no natural death-- everything comes about by intent as if the pulse and very breath we take were something meant
Jun 7, 2007 / Books & the Arts / Susan Stewart