Recent Entries:

  • November 9th, 2015

    Welcome back to The Seawall’s semi-annual poetry feature. This season, eight poets write briefly on some of their favorite recently published titles. This multi-poet/title feature is posted here in April and November. The commentary includes:

    Daisy Fried

    on Delinquent Palaces by Danielle Chapman (Triquarterly Books/Northwestern)

  • November 4th, 2015

    Apprehended in Herald Square carrying the head of his sister-in-law
    by her sprung hair. Hoop earrings. He said, I’m trapped in a story I heard.
    Unsure of motive, the DA couldn’t say where the accused,
    striding through the streets, was going.

    *

    On victory night, when celebrations erupt,
    young men rock a pizza delivery van, striving for something

  • October 26th, 2015

    With speed, one’s attention may dart from jotting a shopping list, to a radio report on a bombing in Ankara, to a daydream, to a child in the yard poking a stick at a dead squirrel. With speed, a poet changes what is sensed and envisioned into a poem, an incarnation of the mind’s unstoried action we all experience. A poem accelerates change.

  • October 19th, 2015

    In 1923 at the age of 29, Joseph Roth was hired by the Frankfurter Zeitung, the oldest and most widely read liberal daily newspaper in Germany. He soon became the paper’s Paris correspondent, dispatched from there to cover the south of France, Russia, the Balkans, Italy, and Poland.

  • October 16th, 2015

    A person in the habit of watching oneself become oneself – that is, one believed to be a changeling who affirms and is elated by the struggle – has two desires. The first is to get lost, to wander away, unfettered, to draw closer to the provisional. The second is to be found, recognized. They are coincident.

  • October 10th, 2015

    Jay Parini’s biography of Gore Vidal, Empire of Self, is an entertaining narrative, but midway through the book I shifted over to YouTube to watch Vidal in action. He made himself so visible that one can’t help but indulge. I watched the 1995 BBC documentary on Vidal, largely the product of its then seventy-year old subject.