"I wrote this poem during a residency at the Bogliasco Foundation near Genoa, Italy. I was reading the poems of Eugenio Montale, who was from that area, and I was missing my wife, so it’s not surprising that I ended up with a Montale-influenced love poem. Details from Montale’s poems were all around me—lemon trees, lizards, etc.—as if superimposed on the landscape. He ends one of his poems with the image of a wall whose crest is imbedded with broken glass, whereas my poem starts with that image and ends with the colored beads of beach glass I became obsessed with while I was there, as though the poem itself, like the sea, had worn those jagged shards smooth."
Jeffrey Harrison on "Beach Glass" |
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30th Annual Jeffrey E. Smith Editors' Prize
Enter the 30th Annual Jeffrey E. Smith Editors’ Prize from the Missouri Review. Winners in each category receive $5000, publication, promotion, and a virtual event to be determined. Submit one piece of fiction or nonfiction up to 8,500 words or up to 10 pages of poems. Enter online or by mail. All entries considered for publication. Deadline: October 15. |
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"Soon After First Light: Matvei Yankelevich"
"My work deals a lot with the passage of time, with memory and experience. Perhaps experience in even a Blakean sense....I'll publish an early version of a poem in a magazine, but I might totally change it by the time it's in a book. I like that experience because it helps me understand the poems to see them in print and see what I don't like about them."
viaCOLUMBIA SCHOOL OF THE ARTS |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Aaron McCollough on "Closed on Three Sides, Open on One"
“Is there an objective world? One of the older, modern philosophical questions. Yes, well….yes and no, is my answer to that question and my poetry’s answer. Whatever objective world there may be, I have only limited access to it as it does to me. What is most real abides not in an independent, verifiable place outside myself nor somewhere hidden deep inside me; rather, what is most real grows in the meeting place." |
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