It’s as if his poems happen twice.
First as the bullet that pierces the skin;
second as the tracer whose flare
ribbons the dark with carmine.
Read Valerio Magrelli’s “I’ve often imagined gazes” at Poetry International >>
We’ve all wondered what happens when George Jones gives way to the Devil. Wonder no longer.
Listen hard: “RADIO ALL NIGHT SPECIAL AM” at Devil’s Lake
If you’re “down” for “solipsism,”
and “listening” to your own “violin,”
then read this anti-catechism:
a book of “verse” by “poet” Tao Lin.
Read the first seven pages of Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy at Tao Lin’s blog >>
Both a sound-smith and a poet incredibly adept at creating vivid imagery, Coutley can still sucker punch you with an unexpected “jerk.”
Schiavo’s mad songs speak with the startling confidence of a seer, the bravado of Walt Whitman, and the vulnerability of a romantic.