Eileen Myles

Eileen Myles is a poet who lives in New York.

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Milk

Scribner's

Worst Seat in the House

That Country

The Frank Poems: 'The Book of Frank'

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Charles Bernstein

Topsy-Turvy
Charles Bernstein: The Poetry of Idiomatic Insistences: A special issue of boundary 2

Content's Dream': Essays 1975–1984 — digital edition
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Echologs: After the poetry match in Virgil’s Eclogues, III.

Eco in Italia (Italian Echo): Audio/video of Italian trip
Poets Letteri in Solidarity with Jailed Iranian Poets
Wake Forest University Reading Oct. 25 (video)
Russian Anthology of New American Poetry
Close Listening conversation with Will Alexander transcribed
MoMA Mia: A video conversation with Amit Chaudhuri
Poem-A-Day, Poem-A-Day, Jiggety Zam: The Academy of American Poets Keeps Poetry Safe from Poetry (b20)
In a Restless World Like This Is
Solidarity with the Iranian struggle for freedom
Will Alexander: Blazing
Paul Auster discusses Stephen Crane with Bernstein: Auster's new book, Burning Boy
This is inaudible: video talk on audiobooks
Joris discusses & reads Rushdie's Satanic Verses
Etel Adnan (1925–2021)

Régis Bonvicino: in his own words
Bernstein and Olsen at Artists Space: videos: Segue Series, Nov. 20, 2021

Bill Keith: EPC page

Neeli Cherkovski, Bernstein, & Paul Vangelisti in conversation (video): Three alte kackers on books and late work

Conversations with Bengali poets

Jerome Rothenberg

CODA TO A BOOK OF DREAMS

Jerome Rothenberg

For Robert Kelly

[From The Stars in Mindless Space: A Deeper Image. Later & Uncollected Poems. In Progress.]

O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

No world more clear

than what we see

Know Future

Queer mythopoesis, or, How Eliot's "Waste Land" failed us

Robert Eric Shoemaker

A man stands in a field of yellow grasses under a blue sky, trees framing him. — Robert Eric Shoemaker; photo credit Olivia Welsh.

This post serves as a coda to my Jacket2 blog series on magical poetics by engaging with my own writing and magical practice.

At this year’s Louisville Conference on Literature and Culture, which is a one-hundred-year-old occult gem of magical poets and thinkers, renowned critic Stephanie Burt asked if poetry has a future. By this she meant, "can poetry imagine a future?" mostly leaning into a sci-fi future-imagining for queer folks, as well as everyone else.