Reading Catherine Wagner’s Macular Hole again (this time as a mother) is even better than I thought it’d be.

Reading Catherine Wagner’s Macular Hole again (this time as a mother) is even better than I thought it’d be.

Help me think of poems written in motion?

I’m thinking of examples like John Donne’s “Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward” (written on horseback), or Ted Berrigan’s “Train Ride,” which begins like this—

Thank you for your help, mes amis.

from Lesley Yalen’s "Sea of Tranquility"

from Lesley Yalen’s "Sea of Tranquility"

No sentences better than those created for an illustrative purpose.

No sentences better than those created for an illustrative purpose.

Yesterday I spent the afternoon reviewing copyedits of my next book, Heliopause, which will be out next spring. The book includes this poem, “Elegy for Neil Armstrong,” but it will appear there as text only, so I thought today, on the 45th anniversary of the moon landing, I’d post the whole set of images as I first made them, by erasing NASA’s transcript of the mission (found in Things Working, a Penguin English Project book). Happy anniversary, spacemen.

from a new Stuart Friebert translation of a poem by Karl Krolow
difficult farm support group

difficult farm support group

After purchasing 118 Westerly Terrace in 1932, Stevens made the house his lifelong home. In a letter shortly after moving in, Stevens wrote; “Without launching into a description of the house (which, I suppose, is very much like other houses), it is enough to say we are delighted with it, although a little short of furniture. However, we expect to be able to buy a sofa before Holly has any very pressing need of one.”
Wallace Stevens’ house is for sale.

After purchasing 118 Westerly Terrace in 1932, Stevens made the house his lifelong home. In a letter shortly after moving in, Stevens wrote; “Without launching into a description of the house (which, I suppose, is very much like other houses), it is enough to say we are delighted with it, although a little short of furniture. However, we expect to be able to buy a sofa before Holly has any very pressing need of one.”

Wallace Stevens’ house is for sale.

"I stayed in the kitchen / I stayed with my knives / and my spoons and their meanings"
Go read Natalie Lyalin’s "First Husband" and then go (buy and) read the whole goddamn book, please.

"I stayed in the kitchen / I stayed with my knives / and my spoons and their meanings"

Go read Natalie Lyalin’s "First Husband" and then go (buy and) read the whole goddamn book, please.

For 10 years I’ve written on loose, blank white sheets of paper

usually attached to a clipboard. This morning it occurred to me that the practice has become impossible; it requires two free hands to start a new page, and in these newborn weeks I often have—at most—one. Today I am buying a spiral notebook. Who knows what weirdness will follow.

Being in labor was like writing a poem

in that it made me generate metaphors silently to myself, most notably: I’m a giant bear riding a tiny tricycle of pain. I’m a giant bear riding a tiny tricycle of pain.