The Fat Black Woman’s Poems by Grace Nichols
finally some really bloody good poems
Tag: poets
The Commons by Stephen Collis
why are poets so obsessed with outside?
The Observances by Kate Miller
is “good” poetry bad and “bad” poetry “good”?
Nearly 30 by Joe Woodhouse
bienvenido a la triumphofthenow.com poetry season 2018
Maiden by Karina Bush
poetry review PLUS why I am now a poet
Street Epistles by Faruk Šehić
Great poems from an EU Prize winner; the peripatetic blogger continues to splinter
The Best of A Bad Situation by Jamie Thrasivoulou
Angry poetry from the badlands of the East Midlands.
The Human Condition Is A Terminal Illness by Matthew J. Hall
Poems about sad, lonely, englishmen
Extravagant Stranger: A Memoir by Daniel Roy Connelly
A book that describes itself as “Ian Fleming meets Rimbaud”
Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine
because white men can’t / police their imagination / black men are dying
The Hatred of Poetry by Ben Lerner
A lot of people don’t read poetry. A lot of people who read a lot of books, don’t read poetry. AContinue Reading
Yesenin: The Selected by Sergei Yesenin
Recently, I’ve been trying to cut down the massive piles of unread books in my house. By reading them, notContinue Reading
By Grand Central Station I Sat Down And Wept by Elizabeth Smart
I’m not at work, so I should be writing real prose, doing something creative, emailing pitches for articles through toContinue Reading
Penguin Modern Poets 25
Other than having an excellent cover, this 1975 collection of poems by Gavin Ewart, Zulfikar Ghose and B. S. JohnsonContinue Reading
The Undertaking: Life Studies from the Dismal Trade by Thomas Lynch
Thomas Lynch is an acclaimed American poet. He is also an undertaker. This book is a collection of essays aboutContinue Reading
Hanging out alone in Seville, reading Roberto Bolaño’s The Savage Detectives
Well, I’ve been away four days and have already completed my first read of the trip. Roberto Bolaño’s HUGE TheContinue Reading
Poems by B. S. Johnson
When asked his occupation, or for any kind of self-identification, B. S. Johnson would reply that he was a “poet”.Continue Reading
Triumph Of The Now 