David Baptiste Chirot: “Hidden in Plain Sight”: Found visual/sound poetries of feeling eyes & seeing hands

[Himself on the cusp between “outside” & “inside” poetry & art, Chirot, whose work, both verbal & visual, is a great too often hidden resource, writes from an authoritative if barely visible position in contemporary letters.  The depth & breadth of his more recent work – the rubbings & collages foremost – is outstanding. (J.R.)]

Chutney music and poetry craft

Coolitude poetics and music

Most people think about the connections between music and poetry in a very abstract way — that assonance is the descendant of rhyme or that music and poetry occupy very different spaces. For me, music is the first poetry that I ever learned. I come from an oral culture — or at least an aural culture of performance and music, drama and stories.

Jacket2's January 2018 reading period

Photo by Amanda Silberling.
Photo by Amanda Silberling.

Jacket2 welcomes unsolicited queries during the month of January 2018. We are especially (though not exclusively) interested in queries of the following kinds:

— Reviews of recent poetics criticism and theory

— Reviews of recent anthologies of poetry, poetics, and criticism

— Reviews and articles devoted to poets and poetries outside the US

— Reviews, articles, or essays that put texts, authors, movements in conversation

— Coauthored reviews or essays

Material transparency

Rodrigo Toscano at the University of Pittsburgh, October 11, 2017.

Like much of his previous work, Rodrigo Toscano’s Explosion Rocks Springfield (Fence Books, 2016) defamiliarizes language. The book examines the relationship between the energy and the service industry, having been prompted by a natural gas explosion that took place five years ago in Massachusetts, destroying a strip club next to a day care center. It highlights the degree to which the experience of the media shapes the experience of the social, if not the political, as it incorporates some journalistic material but separates what is newsworthy from what is noteworthy.

Jerome Rothenberg: A Round of Solipsisms

for my 86th birthday

“He takes a book down from his shelf & scribbles across a page of text: I am the final one. This means the world will end when he does.” (from A Paradise of Poets)



the lie of consciousness

assails me    waking

in the early hours


shorn of dreams