Recent Entries:

  • May 27th, 2009

    Upon the wave of reminiscences and assessments following Susan Sontag’s death on December 28, 2004, Carlin Romano wrote in The Chronicle Review, “Too many people who sized her up committed the unpardonable sin in her book: parroting familiar clichés rather than thinking, reading, and analyzing for themselves.” Phillip Lopate isn’t one of the sinners.

  • May 23rd, 2009

    Marilyn Hacker’s translation of Marie Étienne’s eleventh book of poems, King of a Hundred Horsemen, represents the first ample introduction of the work of this restlessly inventive French literary figure to an English-reading audience. Born in 1938 in Menton, Étienne spent most of her childhood in Vietnam and Senegal.

  • May 18th, 2009

    Emma Dial is a 31-year old painter who won’t paint. Or rather, as the assistant to Michael Freiberg, famous since the 70’s for his landscapes, Emma paints only for her boss in his Manhattan studio. He sketches or works from found imagery, she executes from his maquettes. Michael, who is married, and Emma have been lovers for the six years she has been his employee.

  • May 10th, 2009

    Poets are usually identified by their materials rather than by what they discover within them. This annoying shorthand has its obvious uses and benefits.

  • May 9th, 2009

    My life began with the fire,
    glimmering in the birthwaters.
    Beyond my bedroom wall
    voices murmured a memory.

    My father’s mother died
    with her sister in the ladies’ room.
    He said -- If she had escaped to Shawmut Street,
    been saved, nothing would be the way it is.
    How is it? drifted over my route to school.

    I stared at a wire service photo

  • May 3rd, 2009

    Rush Limbaugh claims our right to “the pursuit of happiness” does not mean happiness is our right. He does not sound happy in his conviction, but apparently he takes pleasure from repeating it. For Limbaugh, keeping what you earn is satisfying, shoring up one’s defenses in a harsh world.