Aliki Barnstone, of Columbia, was appointed by Gov. Nixon as Missouri’s new Poet Laureate. Barnstone is Professor of English in the Creative Writing program at the University of Missouri. A ... [ read more ]
Smartish Pace poet Carson Cistulli is all things to all people. If all the things people care about are poetry and baseball, that is. Listen here to Carson on the ... [ read more ]
Jennifer Wallace, Poetry Reading
Jennifer Wallace reading at CityLit in the Poe Room of the Pratt Library in Baltimore. April 14, 2012. Intro by Smartish Pace Editor Stephen Reichert.
Harvey Shapiro's newest collection of poems, How Charlie Shavers Died and Other Poems, will appear in 2001. Born in Chicago in 1924, educated at Yale and Columbia, an Air Force gunner during World War II, Shapiro settled in New York and worked as a journalist, serving for eight years as the editor of the New York Times Book Review and eventually becoming a senior editor of the New York Times Magazine. In his Introduction to Shapiro's Selected Poems (1997), James Atlas, his colleague at the Magazine, observes the "rare unity" in Shapiro's life and work: "He has lived in the same place, Brooklyn Heights, for nearly his entire writing life; he has immersed himself in the rituals of his own neighborhood with an almost religious intensity." Mentored by the Objectivists but belonging to no one school, Shapiro is often regarded as a quintessential New York poet, tough but compassionate, jazzy and modernistic, but almost classical in his humane skepticism. His lyrics have the sound of chastened conversation-and his conversation produces a kind of punchy lyricism that is, for his interlocutor, both chastening and immensely pleasurable. This interview took place on March 17, 2000, at the home of Galen Williams ... [ read more ]
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“Have I reached the end of the world? / Or Indiana?” Bruce Snider asks at the end of the ghazal titled “Map,” the poem which begins his second collection Paradise, Indiana. The questions are an apropos beginning for a collection thus titled because, like the book’s title this poem and these questions work double duty (a theme throughout this review and one of the aspects of Snider’s work I most admire). On ... [ read more ]