"The essay allows us to enter the same state we enter in ritual, one where time feels layered, present over past, like a ladder we can climb up and down..."
Time & the Essay by @egabbert, up now
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A poet was talking about a friend who wrote book after book after book and I said, I admire that so much. Then she told me about another friend who barely writes at all and I said, I admire that too.
Once there was a bridge I couldn’t cross.
Cusp of summer. Sound of insects
carried with me, from Melville’s fields
in my-heart-on-the-bridge, their zzzz.
––Elisa Gabbert
@egabbert#PoemADaypoets.org/poem/bridge
My lecture "30 Ideas About Writing Nonfiction" is up at @thecreativeindp today. Includes thoughts about structure, scale, tone, authority, titles, surprise, and what the word "interesting" means (it's one of my favorite words): thecreativeindependent.com/e…
I read two or three sentences by Claudio Magris recently and instantly loved him. This feels like writing for writing’s sake, it has a subject because one needs one, of course, but it could just as well have been about something else
We at the Review mourn the loss of Alice Notley (1945-2025). In celebration of her life and work, we’ve unlocked her Art of Poetry interview, along with her poems, from our archive.
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RIP to the incandescent Alice Notley. There's innumerable things to say about her and her work, but here's something she said in an interview about Ted Berrigan a couple of years ago, and it seems as fitting a tribute as anything
Sometimes, when I can’t write the line I want to write, I just describe the line I want to write instead, a formal substitute, which often makes a better, more mysterious line
We’re joined by the amazing poet and essayist @egabbert to discuss books we think about all the time. We each share 3 books that are always on our minds and discuss the reasons some works become an important part of who we are. Which ones would you pick?
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Plath quoted that bit in her own diaries: "And she works off her depression over rejections ... by cleaning out the kitchen. And cooks haddock and sausage. Bless her. I feel my life linked to her somehow"
Virginia Woolf took her own life on March 28, 1941. in addition to her remarkable prose fiction Woolf is one of the greatest diarists of all time. her last diary entry:
"Haddock & sausage meat: one gains a certain hold on haddock and sausage by writing them down."
“I’ve seen academic life destroy the best writers of my generation.”
We’ve unlocked our Art of Fiction interview with Susan Sontag from the archive. buff.ly/3UO4nRr