Poetry
By Michael Londra In /face, William Lessard examines how technology fragments identity, transforming our faces into data and design. /face by William Lessard. Kernpunkt Press, 100 pp, $18. Recently I saw Patti Smith perform her album Horses at the Beacon Theater in Manhattan. Filing in, a sign alerted me to the following: “Attention Customers: biometric identification…
Jennifer Jean’s bilingual collection reveals how contemporary Arab women poets redefine storytelling, identity, and survival.
Ed Meek’s ability to harness language and cadence is comparable to watching a cowboy harness a wild mustang.
We owe Shangyang Fang a debt for bringing the delicacy, obliqueness, and sheer tremulous beauty of these Chinese poems to English-speaking readers.
There are reassuring lyrics here that suggest that, no matter what terror comes along, our noble charge is to fight to the end, joyously.
Chronicling acts of feminist sisterhood, “Girlfriend” memorializes a mutual support system that has been among the backbones of American life.
You could say that Thomas O’Grady’s poems have the eyes of a horse — channeling history and mythology through the contemporary lens of poetry’s eternal present.
The value of “On Frost and Eliot” is sending the reader spinning out of its own text and back to poems by two of the major poets of the 20th century, each of whom has suffered from the vagaries of fashion, both in popularity and neglect.
Ron Padgett’s “Pink Dust” proves that W.H. Auden was wrong — the nothing of poetry contains everything required to make a good (even heroic) life happen.
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