Charles Wright will be the next Poet Laureate, kicking off his tenure with a Sept. 25 reading of his work.
Wright has 24 poetry collections and two books of ... [ read more ]
From Smartish Pace, Issue 20
Carson Cistulli: “Young People Will Have White Hair”
Leah Falk: “Westview Cemetery”
Andrea Henchey: “The Moon Is So Smart”
Timothy Liu: “The Garden of ... [ read more ]
Matt Anserello, Smartish Pace Reading
Matt Anserello reading for Smartish Pace at the Issue 16 Release Party at Cyclops, Baltimore, on May 15, 2009. This was a joint party with the DC lit magazine, Barrelhouse. Intros by Andy Rubin of Cyclops & Stephen Reichert of Smartish Pace. Intro/Outro music by Pree.
Loss has a constant presence in your new book, Give Over, Graymalkin. For you, where does the act of writing poetry fit into the process of losing, accepting, rebuilding, and regaining?That’s a significant question and a slippery one. The poems about my dog Jasper were ones in particular that I swore to myself I wouldn’t write—too private—and then ultimately wrote anyway. His death—slow and then sudden—was hard on us. I finally realized it would be those poems or nothing for a long while, and so I suppose in some ironic way the intimate nature of the subject that I was so wary of was also what finally compelled me to tackle it. I hoped through the personal to strike a resonant chord about loss. From responses I’ve received, maybe I got lucky, although it was damned costly luck. I’ve been writing poems for a long time, and that process obviously has important correlations to how I approach my life and what I am and believe. It’s not therapy, though, and it’s not a journal. The poems are intended for an audience to read and perhaps be moved or amused or appalled by. To recover from loss takes time, ... [ read more ]
In his first full-length collection, Green Squall, Jay Hopler invites his readers into a Florida teeming with the light of a lush world where “the grass was lizarding,” (“In the Garden” 5), while mindful of the places where that light dims in “the stump-holes where the palm / Trees used to be” (“The Conjugal Bed” 8-9). The first third embraces the electric rush of open spaces and new life, seen here in the opening poem ... [ read more ]