Showing posts from December, 2015

Opening a Place: Ben Lerner in LRB

Back in the summer of 2015 when I still liked poetry, liked it idly, as I was gardening, say, or doing the dishes, that is, without thinking about it too much, I missed Ben Lerner's inviting consideration of poetry (and Poetry) in the London Review of Books (18 June 2015 issue). Coming to it over coffee this morning with the first snow of the season melting from the deck, I experienced a renewal of sorts. Here it is, in case you missed it too, or would simply like to return to it now.

Truth and Surfaces: Gabe Foreman In Conversation

Gabe Foreman makes poems that render little secrets in image and music; they often turn corners into the unexpected: streets, parks, neighbourhoods, backyards and byways of the adventuring psyche. SUSAN GILLIS: How did you first come to poetry? GABE FOREMAN: I think that the writing of poetry first came to me on a school bus. When I was a teenager, I used to ride one of those big yellow buses with a friend and neighbour who went to a different school. She had been given an assignment to write a handful of love poems for her English class, for Valentines Day. When she asked me if I would write the poems for her, I agreed. I can't remember the content of the poems very well, but I do remember that it was liberating to write poems as somebody else. I had written things for my own courses, but something about ghost-writing poems for a friend made the process more relaxed, and more fun. I wasn't trying to make them too good, and that probably made the poems better. I