Commentary

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“Poets Recommend” — Part I

In the first of several installments of this annual feature, we comment on recent collections by Khaled Mattawa, Rachel Long, and Kimiko Hahn

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on The Earliest Witnesses, poems by G.C. Waldrep

“Waldrep does not let the sorrows and pain that both attend and define this book — the sicknesses, the surgeries, the omnipresence of war, the loneliness of the ‘tourist’ — have the final say … The Earliest Witnesses chooses clarity — which, in this case, means faith.”

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on Zorrie, a novel by Laird Hunt

“The meditative, eerie, and beautiful Zorrie is a journey story — but Hunt tinkers with our expectations,  turning it from an adventure tale into an elliptical, more questioning book about why we move in the first place.”

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on The Revolution According to Raymundo Mata, a novel by Gina Apostol

“The novel’s core document is a memoir of the Philippine revolution against Spanish colonizers written by Mata, a man nearing blindness … juvenalia, letters from family, travel chronicles, dossiers of revolutionaries …”

 

Text and Image |

“The Silence Is Still In Me”: Covid ICU Images

“I admit that I agonized for 24 hours before deciding to accept the assignment. Ultimately, I knew that I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t take those pictures.”

Poetry |

from “The Ruins of Nostalgia”

“We were wise to flattery, to certainty, to historicity, but we lay down our burdens for all of them. We were wise to ourselves, in every sense. We were wise to hearts, candy or otherwise.”

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on After The Body: Poems New and Selected by Cleopatra Mathis

“Mathis grows impatient with the blandishments of her generation’s period style, with its hushed refinements and scrupulously crafted metaphors, and seeks an edgier sort of utterance.”

Interview |

A Conversation with Juan Felipe Herrera

“One of the first songs I learned was ‘Contraband de El Paso.’ It’s about being picked up by border patrol and taken to Leavenworth. I used to sing that when I was a child.”

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on Election Eve, photographs by William Eggleston

“Critics eagerly pounced on Eggleston — but he became a major artist all the same because his images’ snapshot-like simplicity belied something more complex and discomfiting.”