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Tag: #PoeticsofTemporality

  • “Ekpyrosis, the Watershed,” by Joe Hall

    Ekpyrosis, according to the Internet, is an Ancient Greek term that means “conflagration.” And, according to Google’s number one search result, Plato and the Christian Bible claimed the world would burn during a great apocalypse. It’s important to know this for Joe Hall’s poem, “Ekpyrosis, the Watershed” (from Oversound 9), because it’s not entirely clear…

  • “Late Shift,” by Amy Woolard

    What I admire in Amy Woolard’s poem, “Late Shift” is the construction of lateness, especially as you’re looking back from a later moment in life, or feeling like you might have been too late to really appreciate the life you were experiencing at that time. Young adulthood is strange, because it’s easy to reflect on…

  • “Summer,” by Celeste Pepitone-Nahas

    What can anyone say is contained in containers? In a plastic bag? In the image of a man who’s merely identified as a “composer”? In America? Like the whole country of America should be looked at as just a container. Like a backyard with statues in it. But if that’s the image associated with America,…

  • “The New World,” by Kelly Schirmann

    There is a movement to prose paragraphs when they appear in poetry books. Something separate from the “prose poem,” which is structured to look like a paragraph, because the materials, being part of a surreal vision or a dream, just won’t settle into regular verse. It needs to feel like the poet felt it, happening…

  • “02.03.16,” by Laynie Browne

    I don’t feel entirely qualified to make some grand statement about how Laynie Browne approaches books (like does she always write her books as a project, or are the three books I have read coincidentally project books); however, I can register with some confidence that when one of Browne’s books steps into its project, the…

  • “As You Came from the Holy Land,” by John Ashbery

    I’ve been thinking about the role of temporality in poetry. How time might appear in a poem. And the surprising ways that time might be made to matter. Its conspicuousness. To my mind, it always feels natural to think of time in, say, a Frank O’Hara poem. Lunch Poems even by its title, signaling a…