The Sunday Poem

November 2013

The Sunday Poem: Miriam Sagan’s Seven Places in America

By |11.23.13|

 

“Miriam Sagan’s Seven Places is a lovely collection of verbal souvenirs, resonant snapshots plumbing the mists, the touches, the footfalls that evoke place,” writes art critic Lucy Lippard. “Before I started reading I knew some of these places. Now I know them all. I can walk there.”

Art has the ability to make the familiar new again, and this is particularly true of the […]

The Sunday Poem: Alice Fogel on How to Not “Get” Poetry

By |11.16.13|

 

Alice B. Fogel is poised to become the next Poet Laureate in New Hampshire, following in the footsteps of Donald Hall, Maxine Kumin, Jane Kenyon, Patricia Fargnoli, and others. Governor Maggie Hassan recently appointed Fogel to the five-year position.

Fogel’s third book, Be That Empty, was a national poetry bestseller in 2008, and in 2009 Strange Terrain (on how to appreciate poetry without “getting” it) came out. […]

The Sunday Poem: Ed Skoog’s Rough Day

By |11.02.13|

 

We don’t give much thought to the covers of the poetry books we read, but the genre is plagued by amateurish typography and ill-chosen imagery. Copper Canyon Press consistently has some of the strongest, most thoughtful designs, and Ed Skoog’s Rough Day is the perfect marriage of style and substance.

A 1939 photograph of Skoog’s mother, looking rather displeased with a pet crow […]

October 2013

The Sunday Poem: Bridget Lowe’s At the Autopsy of Vaslav Nijinsky

By |10.19.13|

 

The publication of Bridget Lowe’s debut collection, At the Autopsy of Vaslav Nijinsky (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2013), is a bit of a full-circle moment for Gwarlingo.

Bridget Lowe was one of the first Gwarlingo Sunday Poets, back in the early days when the Sunday Poem feature was limited to a single poem. Bridget’s “In My Study of Hysteria,” which is included in […]

The Sunday Poem: David Bottoms’ We Almost Disappear

By |10.11.13|

 

David Bottoms grew up in Canton, Georgia, the only child of David H. Bottoms, a funeral director, and Louise Ashe Bottoms, a registered nurse. Their home had only two books: a King James Bible and a book by preacher Billy Graham. It was his grandmother who was the “dreamer” in the family, Bottoms explains in an interview with the Georgia Writers […]

The Sunday Poem: Anne Valley-Fox

By |10.05.13|

“A poet makes everything up, including one’s job description,” says Anne Valley-Fox. “My job: to retrieve rejected or edgy bits of inner material and put them together in ways that illuminate and provoke. My poems seek connections, complications, and small astonishments.”

In her latest collection, How Shadows Are Bundled (University of New Mexico Press), Anne tackles topics as diverse as sexuality, aging, family, […]

September 2013

The Sunday Poem: Joshua Beckman’s The Inside of an Apple

By |09.28.13|

 

The poems in Joshua Beckman’s new book, The Inside of an Apple (Wave Books, 2013), have all the immediacy of a “V” of geese passing overhead: for a brief moment, everything else falls away. While not technically haiku, Beckman’s latest work shares many characteristics with the form—the spareness, the juxtaposition of images, a focus on the natural world, and a […]

The Sunday Poem: Janet Kaplan

By |09.21.13|

 

(Note: This introduction and interview with poet and publisher Janet Kaplan are by Adrienne Brock)

While Janet Kaplan has her roots solidly in the New York area, her work reaches into the dirt of both American continents. Born and raised in the Bronx, she was educated at Lehman College of the City University of New York, and at Columbia University, and […]

The Sunday Poem: Michel Butor Translated by Jeffrey Gross

By |09.15.13|

 

 

According to The New York Review of Books, only 3 to 5 percent of books published in the U.S. are translations. Whether this is the result of American isolationism, or commercial practicalities is a subject for debate, but it’s hard not to wonder what literary gems we’re missing in this country.

Gwarlingo has featured a fair number of poetry translation projects: […]

The Sunday Poem: Beth Copeland’s Transcendental Telemarketer

By |09.07.13|

 

The poems in Beth Copeland’s Transcendental Telemarketer evoke a range of emotions and places. They’re colorful and playful, but also rich in meaning.

Copeland writes about the Atomic Bomb Museum in Nagasaki, Hokusai’s “great wave,” and Japanese typhoons, but also Buddhist scrolls, Christian morals, and Afghanistan. Her poem “Russian Dolls” is cleverly shaped just like Russian nesting dolls, with long sentences stacked upon […]