At a dinner following a reading with Joseph Brodsky, the Russian poet was monosyllabic in the company of college faculty he didn’t know. Derek noticed and stood up from his chair. He swept arms around the table, leaned toward Brodsky and said, “Joseph, these are my friends. Be nice.”
Czech poet Petr Mikeš died this week at the age of 67 after a long illness, adding to this year's horrifying tally of recently deceased poets.
In a series of moving elegies, Richard Jackson remembers four friends who died in the past year: Tomaž Šalamun, Tomas Tranströmer, James Tate, and Aleš Debeljak
Jonáš Hájek remembers the Slovenian poet Aleš Debeljak who died on January 28, 2016.
"... I got to the end, and I thought, the kid did it. It’s very witty.”
YES. Home. Fucking. Run.
“But,” Levine said, “it’s not a poem.”
Wait — what?
"Russell Edson gave me a window through which I can watch apes, angels, sheep, old men, dogs, grass and children interacting on the same weird level."
Natalie Belz remembers the late, great Russell Edson, who died last week at the age of 79. Edson was known as a master of the prose poem.
We are saddened by the death of former Poet Laureate Maxine Kumin (1925—2014), one of the finest poets of her generation, and a pioneering American voice.
"Men die not because they are sick but because they are alive." - Lewis Lapham.
Justin Quinn remembers the Irish poet Dennis O'Driscoll who died in December, 2012