This issue of our journal appears shortly before the start of National Poetry Month in April. On the 18th of that month we’ll also mark Poem in Your Pocket Day in Gambier with readings and decorations and great excitement. Such artificial designations do, I confess, strike me as rather odd. I’ve just discovered a dedicated Web site—nationalwhatever.com—to save me the regret of missing National Raspberry Cream Pie Day on July 1, which also happens to be National Flash a Trucker Day. I’ll quit with that.
Yet whatever its status on the calendar, National Poetry Month provides a fine opportunity for celebration. Despite the increasing fragmentations of our culture and seemingly infinite distractions, we are living in something of a golden age. Writers of every stripe are crafting more poetry and literary prose than ever before—and much of it is very good indeed.
