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Another Way of Knowing – Reading A Book of Luminous Things
“I would have nothing against calling my anthology a book of enchantments.” (xx) –Czeslaw Milosz Czesław Milosz not only has a difficult name for English speakers to get their tongues around, his poetry is also difficult. But in 1996 he edited a collection of poems that is full, as he says in the introduction, “of… →
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The Embodied Poetics of Scott Cairns
Just as the world shut down last March, Paraclete Press released a small chapbook of new poems by Scott Cairns, A School of Embodied Poetics: New Poems. Cairns is a Heartlands favorite and we’ve checked in on several of his earlier collections, most recently the luminous Anaphora. He invites settled and repeated reading, something that… →
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Protection From Poison and Poisonous Times
I’ve got no objectivity when it comes to Laurence Wareing. I’ll just say that up front. Even though I believe I’d be celebrating the appearance of Celtic Blessings and Celtic Saints into the world without knowing who the author was, I do recognize that knowing the soul behind the books made the reading that much… →
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Poetry – There is a Moment Right Here
The greatest freedom is not to be found ahead—-in the land of what comes next. It’s not what we can slide into when we get past the moment we’re in. Because when the future gets here it will be the present and just as burdened by the expectation that the better day is the one… →
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Poetry: Hold It Open
Just hold it open a little longer this heart. Don’t imagine it makes you weak this open heart. Don’t shame it for its bank-busting floods of desire this heart. Don’t neglect its world-making power this longing heart. Follow it today in all its wisdom this heart. –Alex Joyner →
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Christian Wiman Has Nothing to Prove, And Yet He Does
Christian Wiman has nothing to prove. His output in recent years sparkles: Joy: 100 Poems, an anthology he edited with a title so out of step with the times that it circled back around to surprise us that we could feel such a thing as joy just now. He Held Radical Light: The Art of… →
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Poetry: It’s Not The Wind
The wind never stops. It’s been blowing for months. Picking up speed over the broad waters of the bay, blasting the Shore with its insistent fury. It’s unrelenting, leaving us no peace. Like a person who can’t shut up and just keeps yammering on. What is it about the wind that ruffles my feathers?… →
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Poetry: The End of Corona
I fantasize about an ending, a fitting denouement, Because all arcs descend to resolution, flood tides recede to mud flats, but Some journeys are a one-way ticket and end in distant homes, where I, for one, never intended to rest. –Alex Joyner →
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Starving to See Every Bit: A Review of Brian Doyle’s One Long River of Song
There’s a special kind of glory in the writing of those who bring extraordinary attention and a capacious spiritual vocabulary to the business of describing the world as it is. The Irish seem to have such glory in spades, even in the diaspora. And it certainly touched the late Brian Doyle, whose essays have been… →
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Poetry: Holy Saturday
TRIDUUM: HOLY SATURDAY Yes, there’s a day for longing, for lighting candles, looking out. The wind blows back against the creek, but the tide carries it out nonetheless. A spectral cloud lies low on the bay and billows fingers across the sky, Advancing on the unsuspecting land, visiting a chill on all who perceive. We… →
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