Reissues


Alcheringa Archive: A Journal of Ethnopoetics, 1970–1980 (ed. Dennis Tedlock and Jerome Rothenberg)	Apr 07, 2011
Alcheringa audio inserts	Jun 07, 2011
Aufgabe, 2001–2014 (ed. E. Tracy Grinnell et al.)	Feb 26, 2017
Big Allis, 1989–2000 (ed. Melanie Neilson and Jessica Grim)	Jul 04, 2013
Calque, 2007–2009 (ed. Brandon Holmquest and Steve Dolph)	Sep 04, 2016
Chain, 1994–2005 (ed. Jena Osman and Juliana Spahr)	Sep 10, 2012
Combo: A Journal of Poetry and Poetics, 1998–2003 (ed. Michael Magee)	Nov 26, 2011
Dreamtime An Introduction to the Alcheringa Archive	Oct 19, 2010
Infolio, 1986–91 (ed. Tom Raworth)	Apr 28, 2014
Inventory of digitized magazines	Jul 30, 2018
M/E/A/N/I/N/G, 1986–1996 (ed. Susan Bee and Mira Schor)	Mar 03, 2013
New Wilderness Letter, 1977–84 (ed. Jerome Rothenberg)	Dec 10, 2013
Pages, 1987–1990 (ed. Robert Sheppard)	Jul 30, 2018
Reality Studios, 1978–88 (ed. Ken Edwards)	Feb 02, 2012
Roof, 1976–79 (ed. James Sherry)	Jan 04, 2013
Secession, 1922–24 (dir. Gorham B. Munson)	Aug 31, 2011
Zuk, 1987–89 (ed. Claude Royet-Journoud)	Nov 18, 2012

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At the opening

Eric Schmaltz

The mouth opens. It burps and yowls, gasps and laughs, mumbles and yawns. The mouth sings —loudly or quietly and can do it with a shimmer. The mouth whispers. The mouth SCREAMS. The mouth speaks, stutters, and stops.

Five questions for Alan Lau

Anna Maria Hong

‘slumber’ by Alan Lau, courtesy of the ArtXchange Gallery

For this week’s commentary, I interviewed the poet, visual artist, and editor Alan Lau. Alan has served as the arts editor for the Seattle-based Asian Pacific Islander American newspaper The International Examiner for over thirty years, curating the paper’s literary, visual, and performing arts coverage and the book review supplement the Pacific Reader.

The best of all possible Audens

A review of 'Goodnight, Marie, May God Have Mercy on Your Soul'

David Pritchard

Poetry makes nothing happen. Since 2008, it’s been pretty common for contemporary poetry and the discourse about it to swirl anxiously around this line from W. H. Auden. Nobody likes it; everybody quotes it. But in quoting it, nobody tries to argue for some distance between poetry and politics. It’s more like the question of whether poetry (and art more broadly) is or is not political has been answered by the movement of history — it is.