| “Missing the Farm” is kind of a portal into a parallel universe where my wife and I got the farm we were after. One where the other buyers didn’t outbid us. The poem is about a specific hundred-year-old cattle farm with an orchard, catfish pond, and red barn full of ancient timber. In retrospect, it seems the poem is indebted to the “The Road Not Taken” by Frost. Travis Mossotti on "Missing the Farm" |
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"How a Small Press Poetry Contest Launched Samuel Beckett’s Career"
"But back in Paris, in the early hours of June 16, 1930—the competition deadline just passed—an unseen hand slid a folder under Cunard’s office door, the word 'Whoroscope' and the name 'Samuel Beckett' handwritten on the outside. Neither Cunard nor Aldington knew the name, but they realized four or five lines in that they had a poem possessed of a strange, abrasive vitality, a poem that looked you dead in the eyes even as it refused to explain."
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What Sparks Poetry:
Alina Stefanescu on Language as Form
"Gaps are loud: they announce an absence. I love thinking about how absences are announced. In Wolf's lyric serialism, the fragments reveal their constraints: they recombine to offer a speaker starved of affection or tenderness. The absence is announced through sparsity. Other absences are announced through excess, as in accumulations of descriptions where the accretion reveals that something is missing." |
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