The Best American Poetry

“The Overture”: New "Next Line, Please" Prompts [by David Lehman]

 

On April Fool’s Day, which marks the opening of both “the cruelest month” (T. S. Eliot) and, since 1996, National Poetry Month, I reviewed the previous week’s Next Line, Please entries with some wonderment. The prompt I’d proposed on March 24— to write a “coded dialogue poem,” in which the words memory, dream, and affair appear in code—was even more difficult than I had anticipated, in no small part because I had not been sufficiently precise in my instructions.

But poetic logic has it that the more difficult the task, the greater the opportunity for a poet to conceive of an ingenious poem—not from a lightning strike of inspiration, but from truly exercising the imagination, solving a puzzle of the sublime.

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For next time, a new prompt: I call it “the ironic title.” Take the title of an existing work of art, make it your title, and write a poem (or prose poem) that veers as far away as possible from the work of art you are raiding. For example, Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain may refer to an amusement park north of Los Angeles, and The Magnificent Seven may head a piece about last year’s high-flying tech stocks

Here are some titles that strike me as promising:

• “The Lottery”
• Persuasion
• “The Necklace”
• The Wings of the Dove
• Under the Volcano
• Light in August
• Beyond the Pleasure Principle
• The Beautiful and Damned

But, of course, feel free to choose one of your own.

Ideally your poem should have nothing to do—except perhaps obliquely—with the work whose title you have appropriated. Incorporate just one formal device, be it a rhyme scheme, a metrical line, an acrostic, or even a repeated word or phrase. If you run out of inspiration, go to a favorite book, open it at random, pick out a phrase, and remember what T. S. Eliot said: “Immature poets imitate. Mature poets steal.”

Deadline: Ten days from the day this post goes up. Thanks, everyone.

from The American Scholar

Detail of Orpheus and Eurydice by Sir Edward Poynter, 1862 (Wikimedia Commons)

On Henry James's Stories of Artists [by David Lehman]

<<< The long New England winter is finally thawing, and here at The Common, we’re gearing up to launch our newest print issue! Issue 29 is full of poetry and prose by both familiar and new TC contributors, and a colorful, multimedia portfolio from Amman, Jordan. To tide you over, Issue 29 contributors DAVID LEHMAN and NATHANIEL PERRY share some of their recent inspirations, and ABBIE KIEFER recommends a poetry collection full of the spirit of spring. Click here for more.

Henry James’ short works; recommended by Issue 29 contributor David Lehman

I’ve been reading or rereading Henry James’s stories about writers and artists: “The Real Thing,” “The Lesson the Master,” “The Death of the Lion,” “The Tree of Knowledge,” “The Figure in the Carpet,” “The Aspern Papers,” et al. His sentences are labyrinthine, and you soon realize how little happens in a story; the ratio of verbiage to action is as high as the price-earnings ratio of a high-flying semiconductor firm. Yet we keep reading, not only for the syntactical journey but for the author’s subtle understanding of the artist’s psyche—and the thousand natural and artificial shocks that flesh and brain are heir to.

All that happens in “The Death of a Lion” may be the loss of a manuscript— or was it a theft?—at a time when there were no copying machines and the burning of a manuscript in a fireplace could mark the dramatic climax of a play. The paradox at the center of the story is that the author toiling in obscurity may produce masterpieces, but when they are recognized as such and he achieves belated success it comes with all the defects of celebrity: his time and solitude are taken from him. He dies two ways.

The stories are parables, but the lessons are ambiguous. That artists have defects, including egos that cannot bear the knowledge of their own mediocrity, is a subordinate theme of “The Tree of Knowledge,” a story about illusions.  That the relationship between mentor and student may include an unexpectedly competitive element is one theme of “The Lesson of the Master.” At the end of both these stories, a major character is gobsmacked by actuality.

Anyone who imagines that scholars and biographers are admirably virtuous will not survive a reading of “The Aspern Papers.” Anyone contemplating a career as an English teacher will profit from the fruitless pursuit of the key to an author’s lifetime work in “The Figure in the Carpet.”

What happens when reality and appearance are flipped? In “The Real Thing,” the aristocratic couple hired to model for a portrait of an aristocratic model look less plausible than the married couple who has been hired as servants. Sooner or later the painter has little choice but to flip their roles. The poor pass as noble; their visual appearance conforms to the Platonic patrician ideal. The rich are content to serve them with tea. Is the point that reality and appearance are often at odds? Can we justify fakery as the means to accuracy, itself an illusion? Does the inversion of the classes in “The Real Thing” have a secret subversive meaning? I have long believed that a good essay can be written about this much anthologized story in relation to the greatest Coke commercial of all time, the one proclaiming the soft drink to be “the real thing.” If I were teaching the story, I would give that assignment.

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Good and giddy, arty and philosophical: “Tout Léger” at the Musée du Luxembourg [By Tracy Danison]

Niki de Saint Phalle, "Nana santé". Photo © 2024 Niki Charitable Art Foundation

Musée du Luxembourg marketing describes Tous Léger ! Avec Niki de Saint Phalle, Yves Klein, Martial Raysse, Keith Haring...  as “highlighting the major artists of Nouveau Réalisme (“New Realism”) and the dialogue with the American scene”.

Marketing. Tous Léger! is more and better than that, with a concept and narrative that suggests to even an inattentive visitor a way of understanding how the visual arts gets from the warm and fuzzy Impressionism of Claude Monet to the puzzling good “bad art” of Keith Haring.

 

Fernand Léger, “Nature Morte, A.B.C.”. Photo © Grand Palais RMN

 

Tous Léger focuses on the very varied production of a bit more than 20 known and less known artists born after 1920 and working in Europe and the USA from 1945 and on into the 2000s. With the exception of Haring, born in 1958 and active only from the 1980s until his early death, featured artists such as Christo & Jeanne Claude, Arman, Daniel Spoerri, Niki de Saint Phalle, Robert Indiana, Raymond Hains, Yves Klein and Roy Lichtenstein, were most visible – not to say active or influential – in the 1960s and 1970s.

I used the range of paronomasia in Tous Léger – sorry, “punning” just doesn’t do the trick here – as my structuring lens. Think “Tous Charlie!” (“Everybody [is] Charlie!”). The slogan means to express solidarity and sympathy for the victims of the 2015 terror attack on the offices of the satirical weekly Charlie Hebdo. But like most slogans, it has a lot of complex rattles and tinkles, some intended, some unintended some a result of mysterious synchronicity.

 

Yves Klein, “Vénus bleue (Vénus d’Alexandrie)”. Photo ©JeanchristopheLett

Beyond personal memories such as veteran ’68ers calling reluctant thanks to the riot police as they marched, “Tous Charlie” may, for example, in some ears, suggest support of democratic values or have echoes of historical anti-clericalism. Or some may see a link between the fact that “Charlie” is the feminine of “Charles”, not the nickname, and the misogynist Islamist attackers’ choice of the magazine as a target. Or…

The first thing Tous Léger conjures up for me is something jokey such as “Everybody’s Giddy” or, applied to the 1950s or 1960s or 1970s, especially, “Wild Child”. “Léger” means of course “lighthearted”, “not heavy”, “giddy”, “carefree”, “immoral”, “irresponsible” and “foolish”: carefree and/but/or alarming.

 

Fernand Léger, “Les Quatre cyclists”. Photo © GrandPalaisRmn

 

But of course Tous Léger is an art show for serious and un-alarming people, so Léger actually points to: “Everybody [has a part of the esthetic heritage of] Fernand Léger [though trained as an architect, became a well-known early 20th-century post-Impressionist, Cézannist, Cubist painter, soldier, fascinated by film and the close-up, enthroned at MOMA in 1935, Yale professor, art teacher and philosopher of art, Vichy exile, communist, born 1881, died 1955, in France]”.

But to get back to my first feeling, “léger” as “lighthearted”, “not heavy”, “giddy”, “carefree”, “immoral”, “foolish” and “irresponsible” in a lot of ways does sum up the art scene in the 1950s - 1960s - 1970s, especially, public and critical reaction to junk cars run through a metal compactor and presented as sculpture (1961, César Baldaccini), blank walls as paintings (1958, Yves Klein), kiddy-toys treacherously inserted in plaster and representing notions of the unconscious (1959-60, Niki de Saint Phalle) or action-concepts such as signing public property (1963, Ben Vautier, “Fluxus Côte d’Azur”) or using a rifle as a paint brush (1961, Niki de Saint Phalle).

 

BEN, “Si l’art est partout, il est aussi dans cette boîte”. Photo © Ben Vautier 

Indeed, many, maybe most, of the artists and works on display for Tous Léger are more known to the public for the process of creating their different works or re- or de-contextualizing an ordinary thing than for the “product” of either.

Also, the paronomasiac gamut of “lighthearted-to-irresponsible” could pretty well be a proud self-description of a “moral generation” (+/-60 years) whose early experience of art included Dadaism and whose later cohort is supposed to have chanted “Sous-les pavés, la plage!”, whose dangerous “Danny the Red” (Daniel Cohn-Bendit) was so called both because of his supposed revolutionary politics and his fiery red hair.

 

Raymond Hains, “SEITA”. Photo © Ville de Nice

Cohn-Bendit’s political career began with a remark that a 300-page official government report on youth made not a single mention of sex.

In short, the artists of Tous Léger, including Léger himself, who joined the communist party in 1945, were people trying to put distance between themselves and, to navigate a path through,  culture represented as much by the city fathers of Argentan, Orne, Normandy, the cynical Nazi collaborator Maurice Papon, the archbishop of Paris, and the not-quite fabulist André Malraux as by themselves, John Paul Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir and post-Impressionist painters and sculptors such as Fernand Léger.

 

Fernand Léger, “Visage à la main sur fond rouge”. Photo © GrandPalaisRmn - Gérard Blot © Adagp, Paris, 2025

What I come away from Tous Léger thinking is that Fernand Léger is, more than anything else, a vector for an evolving idea of how the individual person, his or her experience and vision, fit together when it comes to art.

When all is said and done, Léger shares with the Tous of Yves Kleins or Niki de Saint Phalles or Ben Vautiers a search for a nouveau réalisme (“new realism”) – not the technical orientations of a “school of painting” but, essentially, a longing for a new, much more lighthearted, even irresponsible and giddy way of looking at the world around.

This is a very broad and discussable statement, but I think that Léger is a pattern of the link between his generation – those who believed in the thing of art – and the generation represented in the exhibition – those who believe in creativity.

 

Keith Haring, “Untitled (n° 2557)”. Photo © Keith Haring Foundation, 2025

So, my post-Tous Léger feeling is that, although he does share broad ideas, Léger does not share with the de Saint Phalles, Kleins, Raysses, Harings, Christos, Armans, Bens, et al., of the exhibition any of the new forms of art and tools and processes for creating art that the latter come up with to practice an art that has become, essentially, a product of individual creativity.

Indeed, with a table called Histoire des Gestes, the curators of Tous Léger have to invent a whole new (at least to me) system of weighing, measuring and considering their work according to the semantic potentialities and critical contexts or narratives of the products of the creativity involved – Assemble! Burn! Accumulate! Wrap! Klein Bleu is about perception not color!

 

Gilbert & George, “Flower Worship”. Photo © Ville de Nice - Muriel Anssens © Gilbert & George, 2025

So, hey, presto! I come away from Tous Léger thinking that getting from Impressionism to the intriguing “bad art” creativity of Keith Haring is about the individual person, the nature of the world around and his or her experience of it – or even shaping a new world – is what “art” has been all about these past 100 years and more.

Ferdinand Léger and others of his generation held a portal open, but it is thanks to the deeds of the generation of these 20 or so artists of Tous Léger that nowadays we don’t talk so much about “art “things as about “creation”.  As Keith Haring put it in his journal in 1979, " … The importance of movement is intensified when a painting becomes a performance. The performance (the act of painting) becomes as important as the resulting painting".

 

Fernand Léger, “Le Tournesol”. Photo © GrandPalaisRmn

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I visited “Tous Légers” on 19 March 2025. The exhibition is curated by Anne Dopffer,
Directrice des musées nationaux du XXe siècle des Alpes-Maritimes in collaboration with Julie Guttierez,
Conservatrice en chef du patrimoine Musée national Fernand Léger, Biot, France and Rébecca François, attachée de conservation du patrimoine
Musée d’Art Moderne et d’Art Contemporain de Nice (MAMAC), and runs until 20 July 2025 at Musée du Luxembourg, Paris. Exhibition design by Véronique Dollfus, with graphics by Claire Boitel of Atelier JBL and lighting by Philippe Collet of Abraxas Concepts

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List of Artists, “Tous Léger! Avec Niki de Saint Phalle, Yves Klein, Martial Raysse, Keith Haring...” 

Marcel Alocco, 1937, Nice – lives and works in Nice/ Karel Appel, 1921, Amsterdam – 2006, Zurich/ ARMAN (Armand Fernandez), 1928, Nice – 2005, New York/ BEN (Benjamin Vautier), 1935, Naples – 2024, Nice/ César (César Baldaccini), 1921, Marseilles – 1998, Paris/ Christo & Jeanne Claude: Christo Javacheff, 1935, Gabrovo (Bulgaria) – 2020, New York/Jeanne-Claude, 1935, Casablanca – 2009, New York/ Gilbert & George: Gilbert, 1943, San Martino (Italy)/George, 1942, Plymouth (England) – both live and work in London/ Raymond Hains, 1926, Saint-Brieuc (France) - 2005, Paris/ Keith Haring, 1958, Kunztown, PA (USA) – 1990, New York/ Robert Indiana, 1928, New Castle (USA) – 2018, Vinalhaven, ME (USA)/ Alain Jacquet , 1939, Neuilly-sur-Seine (France) – 2008, New York/ Yves Klein, 1928, Nice – 1962, Paris/ Fernand Léger, 1881, Argentan (France) – 1955, Gif-sur-Yvette (France)/ Roy Lichtenstein, 1923, New York – 1997, New York/ Martial Raysse , 1936, Golfe-Juan (France) – lives and works in Issigeac (France)/ Larry Rivers , 1923, New York – 2002, Southampton (USA)/ Niki de Saint Phalle , 1930, Neuilly-sur-Seine (France) – 2002, San Diego/ Daniel Spoerri , 1930, Galati (Kingdom of Romania) – 2024, Vienna/ Jacques Villeglé (Jacques Mahé de La Villeglé), 1926, Quimper (France) – 2022, Paris/ May Wilson, 1905, Baltimore – 1986, New York

Breasts [poem by James Cummins]

William Bailey "N" (Female Nude) c. 1965

Breasts

He never thought breasts antagonistic.
Unreachable, perhaps; unknowable, either
in the Biblical or secular sense. Mythic.
But the glorious revelations that exceeded
what he once would have optimistically

called expectations, more than made up
for the years of staring out windows.
Then to be admitted to the secret mysteries:
girls wanted him to look at their breasts,
to touch their nipples with his trembling

fingers, lips, rough palms—they even
displayed them sometimes, impatiently,
waiting for him to get it, at least a little.
Then comes the good stretch of life—
still tense, but with relaxed outings,

to movies, canoes, campfires. Quilt shows,
as the young couple searches for a flag
they can purchase together that stands
for the small country they’ve become,
& snugly covers their connubial bliss.

Ah, Sunday afternoons in Amish country ...
Smell of hay & manure, roast beef & potatoes,
the tang of fall making way for winter ...
Quilts cover sleep, the metaphor for death.
Quilts proclaim to the world this man,

this knight, is no longer on the quest—
for the Grail Castle, immortality, boobies ...
He just wants to rest in her arms as his wife
watches the gray window for them both;
and to know this place for the first time.

James Cummins' most recent book is Everyday Knowledge. 

"Evening Hawk" [by Robert Penn Warren]

 

 

From plane of light to plane, wings dipping through
Geometries and orchids that the sunset builds,
Out of the peak's black angularity of shadow, riding
The last tumultuous avalanche of
Light above pines and the guttural gorge,
The hawk comes.
His wing
Scythes down another day, his motion
Is that of the honed steel-edge, we hear
The crashless fall of stalks of Time.

The head of each stalk is heavy with the gold of our error.
Look! Look! he is climbing the last light
Who knows neither Time nor error, and under
Whose eye, unforgiving, the world, unforgiven, swings
Into shadow.

Long now,
The last thrush is still, the last bat
Now cruises in his sharp hieroglyphics.His wisdom
Is ancient, too, and immense.The star
Is steady, like Plato, over the mountain.

If there were no wind we might, we think, hear
The earth grind on its axis, or history
Drip in darkness like a leaking pipe in the cellar.

Two Platitudes [by Mitch Sisskind]

 

 

 

 

 

 

Easier said than done is almost always true:

For example, the act of getting out of bed.

On some days I find laborious to do,

But I got lots bigger worries in my head.
Like, making a tuna melt is effortless to say

But is there tuna in the house? What kind?

No Chicken of the Sea? If not, I may

Goddamn well simply change my mind.

Yet the smart boy wrote how dying

Is easier done than to talk about:

It happens by itself. Just take a breath,

Your last one, and the lights go out.

   Sometimes longed for, but sometimes cruel,

   Is the good old exception, that proves the rule.'

Shakespeare's sonnet #67 on the Bard's birthday

Ah, wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve
And lace itself with his society?
Why should false painting imitate his cheek
And steal dead seeing of his living hue?
Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
Roses of shadow, since his rose is true?
Why should he live, now Nature bankrout is,
Beggared of blood to blush through lively veins,
For she hath no exchequer now but his,
And, proud of many, lives upon his gains?
   O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had
   In days long since, before these last so bad.

"Hysteria" [by T. S. Eliot, 1885-1965]

 

 

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden..." I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.

 

 

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven [by William Butler Yeats]

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Amy Dougher-Solórzano: Pick of the Week [ed. Terence Winch]

 

 

 

 

 

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Still Life with Taylor Ham Sandwich

 

Anything can be an altar.

I skip Easter mass

to sit by the window

in my old bedroom.

(The walls are still pink

but the hospital bed

is new.)

April sun pools

on my father’s chest

& the tray of offerings

beside him:

a mug of coffee,

now cold;

quartered strawberries,

their red juices

seeping lazily

across the plate

toward the English muffin

with Taylor ham

& congealed eggs.

My father snores

& to me it is birdsong.

It reminds me

of an old photo

on my mother’s fridge:

him asleep in a beach chair

in Wildwood Crest:

mouth open,

one earbud dangling loose

like a new species of jellyfish.

Now he sleeps curled

in the nautilus shell

of his own spine,

coral pink bath towel

rolled & tucked

under his bad knee.

I like to imagine

he is being cradled

in the hand of a giant

I can’t see—

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Amy Dougher-Solórzano is a poet originally from Harrison, New Jersey. She holds an MFA in creative writing from Rutgers University-Newark, and a BS in chemical biology from Saint Joseph’s University. She was selected by the Fine Arts Work Center as a 24PearlStreet Scholar for Fall 2024. Her poems have appeared in New England Review and Rattle. She lives in Northern Virginia with her husband Aleck. [“Still Life with Taylor Ham Sandwich” first appeared in New England Review, Volume 46.1 in March 2025.]

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                                    A Sick Man in Bed, a Woman Praying to the Virgin and Child. Oil painting by Du Moulin, 1750.

"April 19" [by David Lehman]

On this day in 1996, I wrote:

 

We have too much exhibitionism
and not enough voyeurism
in poetry we have plenty of bass
and not enough treble, more amber
beer than the frat boys can drink but
less red wine than meets the lip
in this beaker of the best Bordeaux,
too much thesis, too little antithesis
and way too much New York Times
in poetry we've had too much isolationism
and too few foreign entanglements
we need more Baudelaire on the quai
d'Anjou more olive trees and umbrella pines
fewer leafless branches on the rue Auguste Comte
too much sociology not enough Garcia Lorca
more colons and dashes fewer commas
less love based on narrow self-interest
more lust based on a feast of kisses
too many novels too few poems
too many poets not enough poetry

 

-- April 19, 1996

Unrest by Emily Fragos [by Nin Andrews]

Every now and then, I come across a quiet little poem that sticks in my head, like "Unrest" by Emily Fragos. Maybe because I worked at the local SPCA when I was a girl, or maybe because I lived on a farm where we received drive-by cats every spring,  this poem speaks to me. It settles in the heart, just so. 

 Unrest
By Emily Fragos

At the shelter, the cats are kept in glass-enclosed cases with just enough room to stand, walk a few steps, and eat; but strangers come on weekends to adopt them, take them to larger rooms and give them new names: James, Tabitha, Snowball, Molière, so you would never know how they began their lives, in abuse, grave hunger, and deprivation, or what strange turbulence lies coiled up inside their bodies, as they float to the top of  warm stone walls or sleep in a lone patch of sun on the newlyweds’ bed.

“As Above So Below”: Mark Leckey Does a Good Job [By Tracy Danison]

“As Above So Below”, installation by Mark Leckey, Lafayette Anticipations. Photo © Aurélien Mole, Lafayette Anticipations, Paris

These days, as, each morning, a body must crouch up and frog run from the Huey Combat Utility Copter of Personal Belief into the unending Battle of The Whips and Scorns, they need metaphysical reassurance. Not an ethical dewicate wittle kissie-wissie, but, as it were, a hearty thumbs-up from a beefy philosophical Sarge or Sarge-equivalent. Mark Leckey, whose installation As Above So Below is at Lafayette Anticipations, Paris, until 20 July, is, in at least one way, that Sarge.

Leckey is an artist who knows reality and transcendence of reality are rooted in more obscure mechanisms and broader cultural beliefs as well as personal experience. So, his work may very well provide an anxious body with that hearty thumbs up. If not, a body will provide themself with a couple or three wry smiles.

 

“As Above So Below”, installation by Mark Leckey, Lafayette Anticipations. Photo © Aurélien Mole, Lafayette Anticipations, Paris

Since the late 1990s, Leckey has been exploring culture, technology, music and memory. As he sees it, the current obscure mechanisms and beliefs from above have been here-below since the Renaissance. So, for As Above So Below, thematically, Leckey seamlessly integrates the tradition of the ecstatic vision into the 21st century quotidians of psychic displacements and dissociations, unexpected plague, future shock and louring technology. Artistically, Leckey links the technology, esthetics and media of marketing and advertising with, especially, broadly Renaissance and Baroque religious symbolism.

A large gargoyle-like statue of Job – an All-powerful God’s faithful servant and a vigorous Satan’s whiny plaything – is both at the topographical center of and media command post for the installation and source for an audio feed of mutter and lament. Job’s skin is explosively torn with fist-size and larger holes up and down and back to front of his body. Seemingly from the inside.

 

“As Above So Below”, installation by Mark Leckey, Lafayette Anticipations. Photo © Aurélien Mole, Lafayette Anticipations, Paris

At first, I thought the wounds were versions of corrupt flesh, recalling popped buboes or boils and thought Job might be an ultra-vi or video-game version of Saint Roche, the Baroque plague saint. Radiated out from Job, what amount to “chapels”, or, considering the Job-ean lament in the air, maybe teched-up “stations of the cross”. These use graphic styles from gaming and public-messaging iconography to touch on themes such as fear or the ambiguity of reality. They contain what amount to “relics” (contemplative or holy-looking objects) that are evoked through thematic legends, video-painting, other multimedia or just or objects whose style or intent suggests a different era.

The highly contemporary mediums of the relics integrate such period- or use- symbolic materials-techniques as gold leaf or such period-themed objects as a labyrinth-map or iconography such as a recurring stylized shining sun stamp (as on Baroque-style illuminated maps).

 

“As Above So Below”, installation by Mark Leckey, Lafayette Anticipations. Photo © Aurélien Mole, Lafayette Anticipations, Paris

Though there is of course an implicit narrative in joining together old and new, Leckey’s approach is to let an on-looker’s visual, sound and tactile experience of the installation work out the sense they want to give to it. They are never pressed to understand anything. They can just have fun if that’s all they wanna do. The non-directivity is also true in terms of the approach to technology and technique: transistors, chips, VDTs, brushes, paint and canvas are used as equal tools in putting a piece together. In the end, in this very technology-intensive installation, there is very little or no accent on technology.

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Elsa Coustou is curator for Mark Leckey’s “As Above So Below” multimedia installation, which I saw at Lafayette Anticipations, Paris, on 31 March 2025. “As Above So Below” runs until 20 July 2025.

Two Tragedies in Life [by Walter Carey]

What do it mean?

Trans studies, ecocriticism, posthumanism, queer, and postcolonial theory, this class contends with how bodies of flesh and bodies of knowledge change over time. Bodies of Transformation takes a historiographic approach to the social, political, and cultural underpinnings of corporeal meaning, practice, and performance in the 19th and 20th centuries. Animating questions include: What is the "corporeal real"? If anyone can build a nuclear bomb, should we report him or deport her? Why is "cunt" less acceptable than "pussy"? How does bodily transformation map the complex relationships between coercion and choice? How might one approach nonhuman interiority? On the basis of what principle would you refute the Freud in "The Future of an Illusion"? How do you define "woman"? Have you ever heard a meadowlark?

-- Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan: "There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's desire. The other is to get it."

-- Shaw, Man and Superman: "There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it."

-- Did Voltaire have a mixed view of Plato? If Voltaire, despite ranting against the church, believedf in God, what attributes does that divinity have?.

Comment on four of the following:

-- “We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.”

-- Auden, "The Age of Anxiety"

“You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.” -- Alexander Pope, "Moral Essays"

"I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street."

--Auden, "As I Walked Out One Evening"

 “What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse.” -- Henry Miller

“I believe that the first test of a great man is his humility. I don't mean by humility, doubt of his power. But really great men have a curious feeling that the greatness is not of them, but through them. And they see something divine in every other man and are endlessly, foolishly, incredibly merciful.” -- Ruskin

“There are three types of lies -- lies, damn lies, and statistics.” -- Disraeli

"A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic" - Joseph Stalin

And Dostoyevski on Lenin, Rousseau, Marx etc.:
“I love mankind, he said, "but I find to my amazement that the more I love mankind as a whole, the less I love man in particular.”

Marsh Hawk Press: Poetry Contest (judged by Elaine Equi]

2025 Marsh Hawk Press Poetry Prizes The Contest Will Close Soon. DEADLINE: 11:59 pm Wednesday, April 30th Contest Judge: ELAINE EQUI  Submit Manuscript Here

2025 Marsh Hawk Press Poetry Prizes

The Contest Will Close Soon.

DEADLINE: 11:59 pm

Wednesday, April 30th

Contest Judge: ELAINE EQUI 

Submit Manuscript Here

On Jackie Robinson Day

“It kills me to lose. If I’m a troublemaker, and I don’t think that my temper makes me one, then it’s because I can’t stand losing. That’s the way I am about winning, all I ever wanted to do was finish first

—“To do what he did has got to be the most tremendous thing I’ve ever seen in sports.” -- Pee Wee Reese

 

Sestina for Susan Sontag [poem by Tim Disch (1940-2008)]

Sestina for Susan Sontag
    --by Tom Disch

Susan, you must allow me to condescend
This once. I suppose you mean well, but
Is Godot what they really need off there
in Sarajevo? Wouldn't it be more worthwhile,
And amusing, to offer some gallows comedy
About the awful life they've all been living?

Of course, everyone needs to earn a living, 
And Beckett may be a better bet than "Muse, descend,
And help me write, right now, the comedy
All Yugoslavia's been waiting for." Better the butt
Of a few ephemeral lampoons while
The neverending crisis lasts than for there

To be new proofs that the Muse is rarely there
When she is summoned. Bad faith? Who's not living,
After all, one kind of lie or another? And while
There are hopefuls and a stage to send
Clowns on, there's life at the box office. But
Can't we, in hindsight, posit an original comedy?

One germane to the situation: a comedy
of terrorism that would show unshaven Serbs their
Visages, complacently corrupt as Joey Butt-
Afuoco, smirking and working for a living 
In prime time; show Croats gloating at the end
Of what little civilization they had; as, meanwhile,

Muslims pray for a new jihad. What would Simone Weil
Have woven from such contradictories, what comedy
of a Godot-less and godless world without end,
Rhymeless and unreasoning? Susan, Susan, there
Would be more comfort in Sarajevo from the Living
Theater's Frankenstein than from the droning sackbut

Of Samuel Beckett. Leave them alone. But, 
If you must meddle, offer an evening of Kurt Weill.
Have Bob Hope tell them life's worth living.
Appease them with sentimental comedy
By anyone but Beckett, and let is moral be: There, 
With the grace of God, go we. But don't condescent. 

Pretend you're human. And smile. Send but
A sentence to where they're waiting: Life's worthwhile,
And all's forgiven in the comedy we are still living.

       --- by Tom Disch (Poetry magazine, March 1996)

(Ed note: In 1993, Susan Sontag went to Sarajevo to stage a production of Waiting for Godot. Thomas Michael Disch was a celebrated American science fiction writer, critic, and poet. You can read more about him here. sdl)

Age & Arizona 2025 [by Mitch Sisskind]

 

Glad to be back in the desert
After all the wasted years;
The javelinas of the 1950s
Are gone now of course 
But new ones have arrived 
and they still need water only
A few times during the year;
The big saguaro cacti can be 
Two hundred years old and 
When a beautiful young king snake
Went looking for a place to hide 
I knew exactly how it felt although 
I'm not quite eighty yet. Look!
There's a female tarantula.

Echad Mi Yodea (Choreography by Ohad Naharin, Batsheva Dance Company) [by Stacey Harwood-Lehman]

Jews all over the world are observing Passover this week. On the first night (and for some on the second and final nights as well) we gather around for the Seder, a ritual meal during which we retell the story from the Book of Exodus when the Jews, led by Moses, fled slavery and captivity in Egypt. This year Passover is especially meaningful because as we celebrate our freedom at home, we are mindful that there remain 59 hostages who were taken from Israel by Hamas terrorists on October 7, 2023 and who are being held captive in the Gaza strip. We pray for their release. For more about the importance of this ritual, I encourage you to listen to this interview with Rachel Polin-Goldberg, whose son Hersch was murdered by Hamas while in captivity. 

At the close of the Seder meal, we sing several traditional songs, including Echad Mi Yodea (Who Knows One), which was the inspiration for the dance (above) by Israeli-born choreographer Ohad Naharin. The song enumerates the Jews' faith, beliefs and traditions, founded in the affirmation of One God and summing up in the recognition of God's thirteen attributes. You can find an English translation here. 

-- sdl

I Cried for You: Harry James & Helen Forrest

 

"Letter to Eve" [by Ruth Homberg]

Letter to Eve

I wanted to make you a
Thesaurus. Feed you words
He defined, and make synonyms
fall from your mouth.

and be options. Remember,
Queen Anne’s Lace was royalty
but now are weeds. On walks
through Eden you would grasp
handfuls and place them in your hair;
as though already you knew
what it was like to be dethroned.

-- Ruth Homberg

 

painting by Masaccio

from the archive; first posted February 10, 2010