Andrew Navarro

Anna Akhmatova (translated by Judith Hemschemeyer)

I have a new poem out in the latest issue of @ShenandoahWLU. Thank you to the editors and everyone who helped put this issue together. shenandoahliterary.org/731/heroes-vil…

thinking about the first known photograph of a human being. this is a daguerreotype of Boulevard du Temple in Paris taken in 1838 with about a seven minute exposure. and this guy happened to be standing still getting his shoes shined, so he’s visible and no-one else is

Tomaž Šalamun

Still a few days left to register for my intro to prose poetry generative workshop with Litro Magazine. Hope you'll join us. More here: litromagazine.com/masterclasses/…

Simone Weil

“Poetry really is a comic scene where you, whoever you are, pretend to be in control, but really the speaker is at the mercy of things that are completely out of his hands … We’re schmucks.” Online now, a posthumous interview with Charles Simic: theparisreview.org/blog/2023/01/1…

Matthew Zapruder’s memoir of fatherhood and poetry in process STORY OF A POEM is coming this #PoetryMonth (April 4, 2023). Available for pre-order wherever books are sold, join @matthewzapruder as he takes you through a poem draft by draft.

“I love my funny poems, but I’d rather break your heart. And if I can do both in the same poem, that’s the best.” This week, we’ve unlocked James Tate’s Art of Poetry interview with Charles Simic from the archive. theparisreview.org/interviews/563…

Charles Simic on the prose poem plumepoetry.com/essay-on-the-p…

"He made you see the world anew and hunger for its pleasures." This is lovely, @meghanor. yalereview.org/article/charle…

For the poet riding the ferry now, telling jokes, making the ferryman giggle with tales of sausages. "I’d say it doesn’t matter No one complains he’s got Their pockets to go through In one a crust of bread in another a sausage" poetryfoundation.org/poems/42949/ch…

Tomaž Šalamun translated by Brian Henry. Published in The Poetry Review (England). 🔥

Anne Carson. “We live by tunneling for we are people buried alive.”

“He believed/that grief develops the mind. What is//the mind if not that surface upon which/the world can be endlessly rebroken?” -Maya Popa, Wound is the Origin of Wonder