Utterly blown away by Anne Gerard’s gutsy, gusty take on Death Styles + by the fantastic capsule reading of Ingeborg Bachmann’s Malina! So wildly gratifying to see that my book (or — Bachmann’s!) can be the 🌩️ of a whole gong-tormented storm-at-sea of (women) writers— yeah!

All About My Mother

forgot to post this yesterday: me and my dad, dapple-dawn drawn falcons, in our hiding

This is a poem about the inexplicable snare drum in “Video Games” by Lana del Ray— & growing up in PA around ineptly painted murals of revolutionary war battlefields, featuring drummer boys pipers with head injuries— an unfurling bandage, the Banner of Freedom—

A young girl in North Gaza, who aspires to be a journalist, meets up with journalist Hossam Shabat after thinking he was martyred.

So pumped to spot the last of my Death Styles here in the night-club-slash-precinct-of-heaven that is Firmament!! Thanks to the sublime Dr. Vik Shirley and the whole sick crew. Sublunary lovers, go get it!

the lung’s hung with wet wool its own shipwreck and a throw of the dice can’t alter its inconsequence Holy 🔥 Joyelle McSweeney

“I didn't know that a poet was something you could just become, that I thought all poets were already dead.” Up today at Firmament Online, “Listen or Die”, an essay on Swedish poet Ann Jäderlund by Sara Abdollahi Lekta, translated by Johannes Göransson sublunaryeditions.com/magazine/liste…

Im always interested in Iranian-Swedish writer Sara Abdollahi Lekta’s essays and Im super pleased to have translated her very personal and brilliant memoiristic essay on Ann Jäderlund and Lonespeech (Nightboat Books ), first published in Lyrikvännen .

“My name is now St Désamère— I’ll enter the desert alone.” -Alice Notley. _Désamère_

“the greatest living poet in the Spanish language” —Raúl Zurita

Very excited to see the new things my colleagues Dionne and Johannes Göransson will do with the Notre Dame Review! Excelsior!

“Can art be the nail hammered into the present, on which the future might be hung?” Thrilled to see my new book Death Styles as part of Lloyd Wallace’s live-wire speculations about art, force and futurity— and to appear with my comrades Toby Altman and Marty Cain — hell yeah!

- We’re hosting a party Come with us and ride the horse along the horse’s side Be in the horse when you eat the horse Take the horse’s horse out of the horse and put him in front of your knees Tell him : horse you horse your horse runs over the mountain - Eva Kristina Olsson