Photo of Richard Blevins (right) by Martha Koehler.
For nearly forty years, the poet Richard Blevins has been a fortuitous and immensely productive figure in contemporary American poetry. Blevins’s project is one securely grounded in the work of his modernist forebears: Ezra Pound, William Carlos Williams, and Charles Olson (whose compass is never far from Blevins’s map of “Amerika”).
And, words, word, words all over everything. — Charles Olson[1]
What exactly are the demands of my art? — Richard Blevins[2]
