This poem arrived, as Dickinson would say, slant. There’s a bit of irony in that it’s the first of my collection, "Not for Luck." Like stepping up to the microphone and raising your finger to your lips—"Shh"—before filling the air with “words, words, words.” The irony makes me smile, even as it’s my hope that the poem works a bit like a temple bell.
Derek Sheffield on "Timid as Any Herd Animal" |
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MacDowell Awards Fall-Spring Fellowships
"MacDowell, the nation’s first artist residency program, awarded Fellowships to 139 artists from 25 U.S. states and seven countries. The incoming Fellows reflect multiple artistic disciplines and will arrive from places such as Brazil, Portugal, Jamaica, and the UK, as well as Hawaii, Minnesota, Texas, and Washington."
via MACDOWELL |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Heather Green on Dan Beachy-Quick's Stone-Garland
"Beachy-Quick introduces each poet, then 'sings another's song' through his translations, reifying each speaker's preoccupations, whether love or lust, revenge or financial ruin, aesthetic wonder or the transience of life. Throughout the book, we find all manner of fragments: poems torn in half, lines cut short mid-word, and other poems, according to Beachy-Quick, assembled from various incomplete texts, 'held together not by fact, but by resonance.'" |
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