Massimo Bacigalupo On Pound’s Cantos


America in Ezra Pound’s Posthumous Cantos

Monday Morning Staff Meeting – New Urbanism Is Older Than You Think


The first sexual revolution(s).

The old new urbanism (before it was hip).

Sunday Book Review – Your Monthly Abramson Poetry Reviews


Seth Abramson’s short reviews of recent books of poetry.

Olga Nikilova On Ezra Pound’s Cantos


Ezra Pound’s Cantos De Luxe Preamble

Welcome, Interns


From Spotted: DC [Summer] Interns”

Welcome

Welcome to Washington, DC and congratulations on your summer internship on Capitol Hill, K Street, White House, or elsewhere. Over the next three months you have paper runs, coffee runs, and envelope licking to fill your days. As a consolation prize, you will be provided an intern badge, conveniently red, fashioned as your scarlet letter. This will identify your status to all of DC. A status that you interpret as “important” and we interpret as “tired” and “obnoxious.”
You will likely spend your days on the Hill and your evenings in Georgetown, U Street, and Adams Morgan. You will order “RBVs” – perhaps without knowing what they are – and hit on girls who are 9s to your 4s and 5s, trying to impress them with your intern badge. It will not work. You may be arrested for using your fake ID at McFadden’s on a Tuesday night for dollar beers, or simply turned away and stumble across the street to the already-overridden-with-interns 51st State. You will wait in line at Old Glory and Third Edition and complain about paying a cover, when there are a few dozen other bars in Georgetown you could frequent instead. You will not understand why the bartenders do not pay attention to you when you do not tip well, or when you treat them with contempt. You will go home drunk, wake up, go to work, and restart the cycle.Interns are a cause around which all DCers – Republicans, Democrats, Independents, and Militants alike – unite. It’s the one issue upon which the politically motivated and divided DC public truly feels the same – get out of our city and out of our way. Stand right, walk left.

We’ve all been there, we have all had an entry-level or intern position in DC – but we had it without your extreme sense of entitlement … and therein lies the difference. Interns are essential to the function of offices in DC; they are willing to complete tasks that permanent staff are not, and are usually eager to do so. For many interns, this blog will not apply to you. For those interns to whom it does apply, we hope that you use these anecdotes to change your behavior and, eventually, change the stigma attached to DC summer interns.

Be polite, know your place, and you will make it through unscathed. Drop your sense of entitlement and pompous attitude, and get the most out of your internship – in the role in which it is defined. So, our sincerest congratulations on your internship, we hope you enjoy your summer in DC; but, heed our warnings and follow our advice. Those of you who do not – we look forward to sharing stories of your drunken evenings, your conspicuously placed badge on your clothing on a non-work day, your obnoxious banter on the metro in the morning, and your inappropriate clothing choices. Cheers!

Staff Meeting – Poetry Reading At The Laundromat


Eileen Myles and CA Conrad entertain laundry washers with their verses.

The last days of Tony Judt.

Poet Reed Whittempore Has Died


Reed Whittemore was former Maryland Poet Laureate and U.S. Poet Laureate.

Thursday Morning Staff Meeting – Poetry Chapbooks Are The New Must Have Fashion Accessory


We don’t even have regular drive-in movies over here anymore, much less something like this.

Naked but for… chapbooks?

Breathturn


Breathturn is the name of a collection by the poet Paul Celan.

Paul Celan was Romanian poet who survived the Holocaust and then went on to write poetry in German, primarily while living in France.

In 2004 or 2005, I picked up a copy of a selected poems (or perhaps collected poems) of Celan. I tried to read it, but nothing quite took hold. In short, I didn’t get it. I don’t know where that copy is now. Breathturn I bought at Bridgestreet Books in DC, on the edge of Georgetown, and this time something clicked. I got it.

Breathturn is the collection where the poet turned (pun intended) to the dense, brief, elliptical, neologism-heavy style for which is known. Short, broken lines, compound words split over two lines, and that constant elliptical and abstruse meaning.

The Holocaust hangs over everything, it seems – or maybe we, his readers, hang the Holocaust over all his work.

He committed suicide and one can’t help but attribute it to the survivor’s guilt that took the life of the great Italian writer, Primo Levi (who noted that no one in the camps survived, as he did, without, in effect, someone else dying in their place).

Anne Carson wrote a book about Celan called Economy of the Unlost. In part, it asks how some poets measured the value of the dead.

Celan’s poems always seem to hint at some broken past – a lost landscape, as well a body (the poet’s body) lost by virtue of the alteration of the body.

Others have noted the way that Cambridge poet J.H. Prynne drew on the work and tradition of Celan in his own poems that very directly force the reader to scramble for a meaning that is always just out of reach.

Below is an example of Celan’s work from Breathturn.

ERODED by
the beamwind of your speech
the gaudy chatter of the pseudo-
experienced-my hundred-
tongued perjury-
poem, the noem

Hollow-
whirled.
free
the path through the men-
shaped snow,
the penitent's snow, to
the hospitable
glacier-parlours and -tables

Deep
in the timecrevasse,
in the
honeycomb-ice
waits a breathcrystal,
your unalterable
testimony.

Midweek Staff Meeting – Sad Places


Where does the GOP anoint the a depressingly uninspiring candidate for president? Why in America’s second most pessimistic city!

The most depressing mall ever.