Those drawings on the cover of November’s Poetry are of chairs.

The chairs are drawn by David Byrne.

Why did David Byrne draw chairs?

At birth, before the umbilical was cut, Ralph Steadman pooped in the hand of the hospital nurse. This marked, according to Steadman, the “earliest manifestation of a Gonzotic event.” He claims to have sole understanding of Gonzo, a term taken from an astonished medical student, Giuseppe Gonzaga, who witnessed the immaculate crap and shouted, “Biologico impossible! Mama mia! Gonzo puro!” Steadman figures, “Pure shit.”

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL (YAB) is my favorite public art collective based in Chicago.

The best book-publishing story of the year is from Open City in New York.

How much would you pay for a first-edition, one-of-500, Prufrock and Other Observations by T.S. Eliot of your very own?

Every time I pick up a copy of Chicago Review I learn something. They have a knack for special sections: Kenneth Rexroth, Lisa Robertson, Christopher Middleton, Louis Zukofsky, and Stan Brackhage(!) and Ronald Johnson... This time they map out British poetry, literally. But I really just like the pictures. (Click through for a preview.)

An intern suggests to David Eggers that he publish poetry. Eggers says OK how? Enter The Poetry Chains of Dominic Luxford, section one in McSweeney’s three-volume Issue 22. Here’s how it works:

Play with Wave Book's erasures. Context be damned.

SoYouWanna interpret a poem?

Eros and Thanatos are in the house for this Def Poetry performance by Kanye West.