- “...to rule out meter or rhyme as tools available to the
poet is far more limiting than the playful, silk-ribbon
bondage of the sonnet.”
—A. E. Stallings
Crooked Roads Without
Improvement: Some Thoughts on Formal Verse
- “The grander goal is to be as good as Dante.”
Poetry and Ambition
- “Another book hits the wall and bounces against my shoulder. It’s by a very grave-looking man-child.”
- “One must truly HOLD A SPACE for oneself.”
I Go to AWP
- “The default definition of poet is still male. No-one says male poet...”
Gender Disparity in Poetry Publishing: it’s about more than the numbers
- “In the long run, the only genuine honor for a poet is readership born of love.”
What’s Really Wrong with Poetry Book Contests?
- “Are we really saying that an artist will abandon a thing because it is difficult? What sort of an artist is that?”
Are Poems Still Allowed to Rhyme?
- Those who confuse “rhyme” with “reactionary” should read
- ...and this short manifesto...
- ...and this article.
- “Edna St. Vincent Millay’s search for the Beloved, whether personally or creatively, is ultimately a recognition of the integrity of the self.”
—Kathryn A. Voorhees
Sacred and Profane Love: The Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay
- Chaos in Fourteen Lines by Annie Finch
- Sonnet Essays at 14by14.com by various authors
- Harriet, a blog with articles by various poets
- Stallings at Harriet
- Syntactical Arrest by Kate Benedict
- Edgy vs. Nice by Yours Truly
- On Poetry and Perversion by Yours Truly
- Critique Guidelines by Rachel Lindley
- Uncontainability Pours Forth: Rhyme, Meter, and Form in Best American Poetry 2007 by Maryann Corbett
- Professions for Women by Virginia Woolf
- A Candle in This Funeral Procession by Rosalie Morales Kearns
- How Does a Poem Mean? by John Ciardi
- Bad Poets by Randall Jarrell
- Negative Capability by John Keats
- A Few Don’ts by Ezra Pound
- Duende by Federico Garcia Lorca
- Self-Reliance by Ralph Waldo Emerson
- The sonnet: ruminations on form, sex, and history by Anthony Hecht
- Poetic Meter in English: Roots and Possibilities by Richard Moore
This last one isn’t about poetry, but I had to put it somewhere:
- I Am the Cosmos by Molly Ivins
M. A. Griffiths - The best poet you’ve never heard of.
Kate Benedict - Lots of good stuff here, like
Mary Meriam - Mary has written some of the unstuffiest literary essays I’ve ever read. See also: The Countess of Flatbroke’s Treasury of Poems.
R. Nemo Hill
Jee Leong Koh
Here are a few magazines in which I can remember, at some point, reading a few poems with pleasure.
- Angle. “Acute, possibly oblique, but never obtuse.”
- Anti-. Eclectic, contrarian.
- Kin. Eclectic, friendly.
- Lavender. Poetry by, about, and for lesbians.
- Mezzo Cammin. Women formalists. Home of the Women Poets Timeline Project.
- Now Culture. Weirdo hippie stuff. Awesome new web design for each issue.
- The Rotary Dial. Run by exotic foreigners from Canada.
- The Shit Creek Review. Defunct, but the archives are worth checking out. (I co-edited Issues 11-14.)
- Shot Glass. Short poems.
- Snakeskin. Accessible, smart, occasionally bawdy, a fun read.
- Verse Daily. One new poem every day.
Here are some good poems. Pick one at random and enjoy.
In the desert
Not Waving But Drowning
What Any Lover Learns
Making Bones Walk
The world of dew
The Expert Manicure
Haunted by Waters
Tattoo and Piercing Parlour
Easter Sunday, 1985
Rounding Up the Mimes
The Mole People
Don’t Freuden the Children
Taking It All Off
The English Are So Nice
Counting Out Rhyme
North of Mist
Made of Gauze
My Papa’s Waltz
My Papa’s Twist
Those Winter Sundays
This Be the Verse
A Refusal to Mourn the Death...
The Force that Through the Green Fuse...
For All the Saints
The Viking Terror
Here Be Dragons
At Wounded Knee
Advice to Young Ladies
I, Being Born a Woman...
What lips my lips have kissed...
Why I Am Attracted to Men with Dyslexia
Anna Karenina (Or Like, Most of It)
Meditation on a Bone
Nothing Is Far
Courage equals fever
Ode to Gray
The Paragon of Plants
The Mandarin Orange Tree
The Man Who Wouldn’t Plant Willow Trees
You and Me and P. B. Shelley
A Disappointment To Us All
Death of an Irishwoman
A Disused Shed in Co. Wexford
The Meadow Mouse
The Two-Headed Calf
The Cat with its Blue Collar
To a Dying Rat
An Ancient Dog Grave...
Explaining an Affinity for Bats
Meaner than a Junkyard Dog
The Dogs of Ushuaia
At the Burial of an Abbess
The Second Coming
They Feed They Lion
Nursery Rhyme of Innocence and Experience
the sirens answer
The Eyes of the Drowned Watch Keels Going Over
The Fish, the Man, and the Spirit
The Dark Ray
My Baby Fell Apart
Still Life with an Addict
For a Relapse
Crazyjane & the Crack Pipe
Our Lady of Perpetual Help
Bells of Rhymney
Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio
The Shipfitter’s Wife
The Man with the Hoe
Waiting for the Watch
So They Would Not Steal Bites of Sugared Cake
The Famine Year
In a Nearby City (Pockets on Coffee)
In the Well
The Deep End
We Tend to Sleep Better...
The Consuming Angel
Reply to Your Impertinent Request
Caricature of Lord Hervey
You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch
The Book of my Enemy Has Been Remaindered
An Essay on Criticism
Men and Their Boring Arguments
His Coy Mistress to Mr. Marvell
On My First Sonne
Surprised by Joy
And Then There Is That Incredible Moment...
Beauty in Trouble
An Act of Final Beauty
Sonnet Number 13
Somewhere in Africa
Behaving Like a Jew
Dirge Without Music
Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art
After the Sun Rose
Beneath Thy Cross
Christmas on Rhodes
Dulce Et Decorum Est
In Foreign Fields
Lines for an Interment
Musée des Beaux Arts
Ode to the Maggot
I dream of you to wake...
She was too kind...
Cynthia on Horseback
All in green went my love riding...
In a Desert Place
Being that Exquisite Weaving
Stories of Snow
The Snow Man
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
A Ballade of Suicide
Acquainted With the Night
With how sad steps, O moon...
because the cut your presence
Since there’s no help...
More than most fair...
There Was a Woman Once
I Love You Sweatheart
My mistress’ eyes...
Late in the forest...
A Taste of Ginger
Not in a silver casket...
Night is my sister...
A Refusal to Sign the Zoning Petition
A Rainy Morning
The Blind Always Come as Such a Surprise
Batter my heart, three person’d God...
Archaic Torso of Apollo
The Love that Dares to Speak its Name
The Sailor’s Hymn
Grasshopper: The Poetry of M. A. Griffiths
Anything by Bill Knott
When Men Bow Down
Life in the Second Circle
The Deed of Gift
What’s That Supposed to Mean
Torched Verse Ends
The Everyday Uncommon
Equal to the Earth
This Way to the Exit
Facing the Remains
Sonnets from the Dark Lady and Other Poems
The God of This World to His Prophet
The Bird Artists
Dances Learned Last Night
Absence Has a Weight of its Own
The Secret Language of Women
Diary of a Cell
This Bed Our Bodies Shaped
The Hardship Post
Where Horizons Go
After the Revival
Here from Away
An Alabaster Flask
Shadows and Gifts
The Countess of Flatbroke
We Internet in Different Voices
Prospero at Breakfast
Words to Say
The Laws of Falling Bodies
“Art is the lie that tells the truth.”
“We must have the courage of our peculiarities.”
“Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.”
“A good poet is someone who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by
lightning five or six times; a dozen or two dozen times and he is great.”
“Prose tells you something, poetry does something to you.”
“The chief pleasure of rhyme is the rage it inspires in its opponents.”
“To write personally as a woman is to be ‘confessional’ but a man is ‘insightful’ or ‘soul-searching.’”
“Your ‘I’ can become the universal ‘we’ if you dig deep, deeper than is comfortable, for the kernel of truth in your subject.”
“When I was in my twenties
and writing iambic stanzas, Allen Ginsberg’s Howl was a living reproach. For a while I denigrated Allen:
‘If he’s right, I must be wrong.’ Such an either/or is silly and commonplace: restrictions are impoverishments.”
“It’s all good... unless it’s bad.”
“I regret everything I had to do with poetry in my life. My involvement with it has brought nothing but unhappiness and bitterness.”
“Poetry is like crack for English majors.”
“It is a pyramid scheme.”
“It’s all a load of wank.”