July 1, 2001
Losing Mr. Daylater: A Note on Beth Ann Fennelly
Early on in Beth Ann Fennelly’s rowdy and stimulating “From L’Hôtel Terminus Notebooks,” the inner critic who appears in the poem as Mr. Daylater, a distant relative of the mocker […]
July 1, 2001
Four Women Poets From Contemporary China: Abortion
Since that cool night when water lilies first appeared life has carved out many chrysanthemum-like patterns of pregnancy on my fragile legs every soft line contains the tears of my […]
July 1, 2001
Essays at Midnight
Something about Poetry: Selected Lectures and Essays by Peter Russell. Salzburg: University of Salzburg Press, 1997. 283 pages. £12Art: For Whom and for What? by Brian Keeble. Ipswich: Golgonooza Press, […]
July 1, 2001
Homage to Buck Cline
At the edge of town, just past Landers' Rexall Drugstore, the road whipped right, then hard downhill over the tracks of the L & N Railroad, and one night in […]
July 1, 2001
They Fall
They fall not like the leaves in their autumns, nor like the crackers after they burst open into purple wounds in the sky of the vernal marriage processions but like […]
July 1, 2001
Four Women Poets From Contemporary China: Two Women Talking about French Perfume
At noon Tu Xiaojie and I were sitting in my study and seriously talking about a bottle of French perfume as if talking about nuclear weapons This accidental gift is […]
July 1, 2001
The High Castle
From the Polish. To Leszek Elektrowicz with enduring friendship 1. As a reward an excursion to the High Castle before we reach its foot a trip in a trolleycar […]
July 1, 2001
From “L’Hôtel Terminus Notebooks”
Prologue: Holding an Open House I sing of the millennium, the most misspelled word of the millennium. I sing of the four categories from which art is drawn: […]
July 1, 2001
Editor’s Notes
I am delighted to announce that Beth Ann Fennelly’s first book of poems, The Room of Everywhere, has been selected by David Baker as the winner of the inaugural Kenyon […]
July 1, 2001
Scotch Argus on Jerusalem Sage
He hutches down where grass begins to pipe into the stem, wings locked on the plant, the rest of him trying to open. As termovisual a target as all three […]
July 1, 2001
Looking for Dad
The heavy door opened to another one a few feet ahead. Despite the sun outside, I was lost in darkness. Then I pushed through the second door to a soft […]
July 1, 2001
Under the North Window: An Interview with Medbh McGuckian
Medbh McGuckian was born in Belfast in 1950, where she now lives for most of the year with her husband and their four teenagers. Her poems have won the English […]