Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
A question for Russell: is this the class you were telling us about (in May)? I thought you were going to teach it in November. At any rate, could you tell us the course title and time for the next class? Thanks! This is the first time I have 'returned' to this site since our class ended. Nice posts here! --Karyn
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Journals to look up
I've chosen a handful of journals I think are very interesting and worth your time to study and analyze as benchmarks of today's poetry landscape.
DIAGRAM: http://www.webdelsol.com/DIAGRAM/3_3/index.html
Octopus: http://www.octopusmagazine.com/issue05/html/main.html
horse less review: http://www.horselesspress.com/
elimae: http://www.elimae.com/
Leveler: http://www.levelerpoetry.com/
Super Arrow: http://www.superarrow.org/
The Portland Review: http://www.portlandreview.pdx.edu/
The Paris Review: http://www.theparisreview.org/
Poetry: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/index.html
The Iowa Review: http://iowareview.uiowa.edu/
Conduit: http://www.conduit.org/
MiPOesias: http://www.mipoesias.com/MIPO/Home.html
Shampoo: http://www.shampoopoetry.com/
Coconut: http://www.coconutpoetry.org/
LIT: http://litmagazine.wordpress.com/
La Petite Zine: http://www.lapetitezine.org/
ACTION YES: http://www.actionyes.org/
Black Warrior Review: http://blackwarrior.webdelsol.com/
Indiana Review: http://indianareview.org/
Hanging Loose Press: http://www.hangingloosepress.com/
Glimmer Train: http://www.glimmertrain.com/
But you don't need to be limited to these. Here’s a massive list of poetry journals, all collected and updated frequently!
http://duotrope.com/listallmarkets.aspx?page=pubtype-p&sort=title
DIAGRAM: http://www.webdelsol.com/DIAGRAM/3_3/index.html
Octopus: http://www.octopusmagazine.com/issue05/html/main.html
horse less review: http://www.horselesspress.com/
elimae: http://www.elimae.com/
Leveler: http://www.levelerpoetry.com/
Super Arrow: http://www.superarrow.org/
The Portland Review: http://www.portlandreview.pdx.edu/
The Paris Review: http://www.theparisreview.org/
Poetry: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/index.html
The Iowa Review: http://iowareview.uiowa.edu/
Conduit: http://www.conduit.org/
MiPOesias: http://www.mipoesias.com/MIPO/Home.html
Shampoo: http://www.shampoopoetry.com/
Coconut: http://www.coconutpoetry.org/
LIT: http://litmagazine.wordpress.com/
La Petite Zine: http://www.lapetitezine.org/
ACTION YES: http://www.actionyes.org/
Black Warrior Review: http://blackwarrior.webdelsol.com/
Indiana Review: http://indianareview.org/
Hanging Loose Press: http://www.hangingloosepress.com/
Glimmer Train: http://www.glimmertrain.com/
But you don't need to be limited to these. Here’s a massive list of poetry journals, all collected and updated frequently!
http://duotrope.com/listallmarkets.aspx?page=pubtype-p&sort=title
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Ars Poetica/Russell Jaffe/Sept. 14
It's day 1 of Frontiers of Poetry 2010, and here's the Ars Poetica I wrote in class:
A Toast
Raise like you would your mortal young.
In remembrance, splash stars like milk
across your chest and we'll lay down like
young beach nights and write poems about
Iowa.
There's no coast there--just the blue edges
of the map being what could be or have been,
the clouds being the earth's eyelids all the way
to your sunscreen, to the magnetic beach of
yourself,
to low tide, to whomever said that light is good
and cancels darkness' bads--they never saw
a comet tail and became a grain of sand.
So I have nothing to say, but
not for lack of gravity.
Also, here's some poems I've had published in Weird Deer and Action Yes.
A Toast
Raise like you would your mortal young.
In remembrance, splash stars like milk
across your chest and we'll lay down like
young beach nights and write poems about
Iowa.
There's no coast there--just the blue edges
of the map being what could be or have been,
the clouds being the earth's eyelids all the way
to your sunscreen, to the magnetic beach of
yourself,
to low tide, to whomever said that light is good
and cancels darkness' bads--they never saw
a comet tail and became a grain of sand.
So I have nothing to say, but
not for lack of gravity.
Also, here's some poems I've had published in Weird Deer and Action Yes.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Spill
This summer, long drawn
as if Louisiana hasn't seen enough
the floods of hurricanes and petroleum
pumping from Big Putrid pipes, underwater
where we used to think god kept hell, but
discovered that it had roots deep in the past
deeper than the sea bed of golden, blinded kings
where pings from a submarine surfacing
collapse black as a missing star, a gap in a child's smile,
the only time such a smile is utterly adorable
when you drive your car into an oil drill
if you can--fill your lungs with air--and pray.
Written by Eric Roalson, Hans Lutenegger, Karyn Hempel, and Russell Jaffe 6/30/10
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Out
My father cinched the rope,
a noose around my waist,
and lowered me into
the darkness. I could taste
my fear. It tasted first
of dark, then earth, then rot.
I swung and struck my head
and at that moment got
another then: then blood,
which spiked my mouth with iron.
Hand over hand my father
dropped me from then to then:
then water. Then wet fur,
which I hugged to my chest.
I shouted. Daddy hauled
the wet rope. I gagged, and pressed
my neighbor's missing dog
against me. I held its death
and rose up to my father.
Then light. Then hands. Then breath.
_______
"Out" by Andrew Hudgins, from American Rendering, New and Selected Poems, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, New York, 2010.
Posted by Karyn
a noose around my waist,
and lowered me into
the darkness. I could taste
my fear. It tasted first
of dark, then earth, then rot.
I swung and struck my head
and at that moment got
another then: then blood,
which spiked my mouth with iron.
Hand over hand my father
dropped me from then to then:
then water. Then wet fur,
which I hugged to my chest.
I shouted. Daddy hauled
the wet rope. I gagged, and pressed
my neighbor's missing dog
against me. I held its death
and rose up to my father.
Then light. Then hands. Then breath.
_______
"Out" by Andrew Hudgins, from American Rendering, New and Selected Poems, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, New York, 2010.
Posted by Karyn
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