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June 10, 2016

First Person Plural: Part III (Muhammad Ali)

By Dora Malech

Throughout my last two posts, I’ve been thinking about strength (and complication) in numbers—the first person plural: “We.” In between those posts and this one, the news broke that boxer […]

June 8, 2016

What Life Is All About

By Brian Michael Murphy

Just finished Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly. Here are four things the sordid, elegant, contemplative, coke-infused pages of this wonderful book made me want to do: […]

June 6, 2016

The Data Mine of Rap

By Brian Michael Murphy

The Raplyzer is a computer program that automatically analyzes rhymes from rap lyrics and ranks rappers according to their Rhyme Factor. Created by Eric Malmi, a doctoral student in Computer […]

June 3, 2016

First Person Plural: Part II

By Dora Malech

In thinking about poems concerned with a sense of “we”—a first person plural—Gwendolyn Brooks’s “We Real Cool” might come to mind first. Last year, I did some thinking about that […]

June 2, 2016

Coming Alive in Familiar Territory

By Laura Maylene Walter

I was on the phone with a literary magazine editor who had recently accepted one of my stories for publication. The call was drawing to a close when I decided […]

June 1, 2016

First Person Plural: Part I

By Dora Malech

I keep returning to the first person plural: we—what burdens, questions, complications, and opportunities come from a sense of collective self in poetry (and elsewhere). Even the most introductory sociology or […]

May 31, 2016

Closer Yet He Approaches Us

By Cody Walker

I’ve made it a habit, from time to time on this blog, to note Whitman’s birthday. The day has come round again; the great gray celebrant is 197 years old. […]

May 30, 2016

The Books We Keep: Part Two

By Sejal Shah

Getting married ushered in a new stage of dealing with things—beginning with registry gifts. Though I had declared I was not going to change—I was still the same person, same […]