Looking deeply into things and, by no means least of all, into other human beings implies meditating on brevity, on ephemerality—and this is what Tone Škrjanec does in this book.
Last Saturday, poet Philip Levine died at the age of 87 in Fresco, California. Here is a reprint of an Arts Fuse appreciation of the writer, originally posted in May of last year.
American poet Paul B. Roth is keenly aware that a striking phrase can set a dream in motion.
Galway Kinnell served as the Poet Laureate of Vermont and penned a number of poems, which often took the form of pastoral ramblings, that celebrated his appreciation of the rural life.
Gabriel is a searing experience to read, filled with sadness but also humor and forbearance, and may give comfort to parents who are dealing with difficult children.
Gellu Naum does not use the heterogeneous juxtapositions of surrealism to create something jocular, absurd, prankish, or gratuitously paradoxical.
Tadeusz Różewicz’s best poems are blunt hammer strokes that pound at the impossibility of crafting poetry true to the sins of history.
Kevin Young’s poetic line is generally on the concise side, generating a pithy, earthy, evocative quality that hovers somewhere between the haiku-like jazziness of Robert Creeley and the delta blues of Son House or Skip James.
Throughout his writing, poet Seamus Heaney’s penetrating imagination is one that strives for accuracy.
Yoko Ono has always been the kind of artist more interested in getting into your head than convincing you to occupy hers.