If finding someone literal-minded is an occasion to celebrate the complexity of one’s own mind, it is also an accusation that can summon the most extreme aspects of …
Sean Bonney’s final book was called Our Death, but in this essay I want to emphasize the life his work held, the vitality with which it can still imbue our struggles…
There is little in American poetry that anticipates the poems of Samuel Greenberg, and neither the defects of his prosody nor the difficulties he presents to our understanding…