Jim Kates
It is the loss of memories and the meaning of memory that dominate, generating speculations that draw the reader into and through Maria Stepanova’s argument and interpretations.
The Movement works best as a stripped-down, high-speed introduction to the struggle for civil rights, nothing more.
Poet Paul Celan has come to embody in person and in print the agonies of a half century of European culture.
It’s hard to imagine many of Gail Mazur’s poems emerging from anywhere else than from inside Route 128.
In Henri Cole’s best poems, the outside and the inside interpenetrate and merge.
Take the poems slowly, enjoy the Cage-y silences, the concentrated words as they appear.
For a generation of Russians, Joseph Brodsky was the poet, almost a code-word in the discourse of the intelligentsia, like Nabokov.
In these poems, contemplation, serenity, and service are the order of the day.
The overall effect is one of a genial, superficial club lecture on reading and writing poetry, punctuated by Frost’s Greatest Hits.
Carolyn Michel’s Rose is the sociable stranger on the bus who tempts you to miss your stop so you can hear her out to the end.
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