Transformations


by Anna Korintz

Massimo Bacigalupo On Pound’s Cantos


America in Ezra Pound’s Posthumous Cantos

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

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.

Mass Effect 3


Okay, yes, I played Mass Effect 3. And yes the ending pissed me off.

Nonetheless, I’m really into space opera and epic fantasy these days and the Mass Effect series is a pretty cool, character-driven space opera trilogy. It’s certainly a better space opera than any written the granddaddy of space opera, E.E. ‘Doc’ Smith and his Lensman novels.

So here’s a cool video conversation about the game.

http://gameological.com/2012/03/the-digest-mass-effect-3/

Tuesday Morning Staff Meeting – Poetry For Commuters


Poetry returns to New York City subways!

Suffering is overrated.