I often find myself in awe of the incantatory and prophetic nature of my mother’s poetry. This poem, about the death of her beloved grandfather, teaches me that poetry can be a site of communion and connection between the living and the dead, as well as a reincarnation—that the page can be both the “deep, / dark black mouth of memory and “the future cours[ing] through the beating heart, over, and over, / keeping time.” |
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Norton Celebrates 100 Years
"Co-founded in 1923 by William Warder Norton, the company began as a press for science and philosophy books....While other legacy American houses have been swallowed up by European companies and corporate consolidation, Norton has occupied an increasingly defiant space in the industry as the only major publisher owned by its employees. The centenary bash at Cipriani was a celebration of the company’s refusal to capitulate."
via THE NEW YORK TIMES |
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Andrew Bertaina on Courtney LeBlanc's "Her Whole Bright Life"
"I have always been attracted to visceral writing, that which cuts through or illuminates life as it is lived. Perhaps raising children has made me less patient with ornamentation for its own sake. So, I was delighted to sink into LeBlanc’s world, poems about the death of her father and her relationship to her body, poems that are raw and unvarnished in their honesty about grief, about loss, about the management of the body, all those things we cannot ever really control but still try desperately to." |
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