In Conversation with Ray Hsu: A Collaborative discourse
Clarise Foster: Do you think that part of the problem with publishing a collaboration like the Nepotists might be that within writing and publishing circles, there seems to be an understanding of collaboration as two or more people who bring their talents and skills together to create a project. Whereas with a collaborative work like yours, there is an understanding of project as the constraint ...
Plenitude: Your Queer Literary Magazine: An Interview with Andrea Routley and Matthew Walsh
Clarise Foster: What was the original vision for the magazine? The first issue of Plenitude, I believe, was launched in 2012? It publishes biannually and so it would now be into its third year. How is it going? Have your initial expectations for Plenitude changed in that time? If so, how?
Andrea Routley: I really didn’t know what to expect when I began. In the beginning, I did not want to offer ...
Trajectory & Trace: An Interview with Sina Queyras
Tanis MacDonald: I saw on Facebook that the editor of Poetry, Don Share, posted a photo of you at the podium in Chicago, where you had gone to give the inaugural reading at the 24th annual International Virginia Woolf Conference in June of this year. It was the caption above the photo that caught my eye: “I’m happy to answer questions, interrogation, accusations…” Did you say this and what was ...
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Essays and reviews
Review: But for Now by Gordon Johnston
The late, and beloved, poet Margaret Avison writes, “Poetry is always in / unfamiliar territory” (Avison 27). I hope you can forgive me for opening a review of Gordon Johnston’s recent book of poetry, But for Now, with this quotation from another poet. I do ...
Review: The Book of Festus by John Wall Barger
Festus, having forgot,
woke, citizen in the City of himself.
Festus was nothing,
was shell, animalcule, glacial drift.
Ages on ages roll’d over Festus.
Festus uncurl’d to ...
Abbotsford (Part 4 of “Homestead: Venturing into the Poetics of Place”)
Sound travels up from the foot of the mountain, along gentle carvings of switchback and grade, to the rock-terraced garden below the balcony where I sit. A young doe and buck paw cool, red beds in the cedar mulch, then kneel and lie under the Japanese maple. Their ears move like small, articulating satellites: weed ...
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