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Robert Mueller: On the Poetry of Mary Orovan

Robert Mueller: On the Poetry of Mary Orovan

  From Mary Orovan a Touch of e.e. cummings if You Like by Robert Mueller These Elective Affinities, what are they?  You do not have to believe ce personnage distingué in Goethe’s novel who has a way of explaining things.  Thus der Hauptmann, supreme intellect with superb practical bent, can speak of a situation to which his old friend the Baron (and spouse) have invited him.  Put, or putting himself, in charge, he can explore it fully, and in the…

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Happy New Year, 2013!

Happy New Year, 2013!

We have new fiction from Lara Dolphin and Donal Mahoney, an essay by Robert Mueller, and new poetry by John Saunders. 2013 is off to a very good start. *     *     *     *     *  Watched a flawed by still interesting movie last year, “The Words.” It’s about a writer’s dilemma upon discovering a truly brilliant novel, in an old briefcase. He reads the novel and is stunned. His own writing career has hit a wall, and he’s on the edge…

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Robert Mueller: Anna Shukeylo’s Urban Diaries

Robert Mueller: Anna Shukeylo’s Urban Diaries

How to Do Urban, by New Yorker of Choice   Two young women, art students, funnel into the bleak and lead-like dreary light of the subway car grasping in their hands, by the frames on which they have been crafted, smallish paintings (maybe 12 by 16).  Apparitions they are, the young artists, and holdings of the imagination, their finished images that I may never have the opportunity to observe again. In New York City one can still think of opportunities…

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Robert Mueller: We Should be Yak Dancing

Robert Mueller: We Should be Yak Dancing

  Yak Dance and Proscenium     Hyperexcitation makes the mention of conglamourous totally awesome by rope or practice tee. Naturally Bruce Lee doesn’t have a sweet crony. Hypertension is a foolish anomaly and we should never listen. We are the bistrot of concatenated overthrow succeeding to Zeitlichkeit. Fan, therefore, feathers in night. As fragmentautilitarianism please chisel hymn giantly to the gods. Next best, token bibulous goosey fomentors trammeled in gangling mimosas terribly to twang odds. So this is all….

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Live, From New York!

Live, From New York!

Well, not quite. But we do have an expressive report from Robert Mueller regarding his evening on the town and a concert performance of New York musicians/composers. As George Spencer mentions in the comments, Robert seems to sync his prose meter (quite naturally) with the music he heard – without stretching the metaphor.  *     *     *     *     *  On a different note: Brian O’Nolan, otherwise known as Flann O’Brien, was born a century ago as of October 5th of this…

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New Poetry Review, by Robert Mueller

New Poetry Review, by Robert Mueller

Review of Alan Gilbert, Late in the Antenna Fields   The writing in Alan Gilbert’s volume of poetry, Late in the Antenna Fields (Futurepoem Books, 2011), feasts on sarcasm and dispirited bitterness, not to mention a certain snagging anomie.  Putting it better or worse, the reader might think to assimilate it to some kind of art adhesion.  One is led, or profited, to hear, and to sense and to pick at, a general vaguely petulant and vaguely disinterested and yet…

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Midnight in Paris

Midnight in Paris

New poetry from Joseph Milford graces our front page now, along with an essay by Robert Mueller on the poetry of Alan Gilbert. Both bring in a touch of the surreal, which is always welcome here. Because, poetry is like . . . a simile. Or, as Ernest Hemingway would say, “Do you want to box?” Which reminds me of the film I saw last night, Woody Allen’s wonderful Midnight in Paris. An ode to the city of light, an…

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New Poetry by Robert Mueller and Desi Di Nardo

New Poetry by Robert Mueller and Desi Di Nardo

Robert Mueller has graced our pages before, and in his latest takes what seems to be a new direction. The rhythm and mood is Shakespearean. But the word-mix is a la Language Poetry. Desi Di Nardo has also graced these pages before, and she has a new book coming out. From Guernica’s blub:   The Cure is a Forest by Desi Di Nardo An element of animism permeates the poems, set in and against the backdrop of Canada’s ecotones, taking…

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Bend it like Mueller

Bend it like Mueller

  Against Life’s Bent, a Moment   In the strictest branches and the boughs that pierce with sun- drenched tangs, lonely halting nuthatch and its mating quicken. Is a-cracking is her lance, terrifying is chance that tells the arc’s division, when untold breath escapes, like tottering at the weave, the loom. Hat-pecking strings so griddle even weeping wound. It is even broader nap inducing plastered protection, as absconding wounded-bird inflection. Then a firming far away re-echoes pick-falls parting tables, sensuous…

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Seeking Weir

Seeking Weir

Guest Blogger: Robert Mueller It is tempting to admire poets whose poetry rewards the loving attention of repeated reading.  Barbara Guest provides that experience, and some readers may draw away from her results simply as if she were just trying, just trying to be difficult.  It is true, the writing has a distinctly prepossessing character.  Everything associated with the poetry, including the image, the style, the statement, the brilliant and tranquil charm of her spectacular, or humble, or both, words,…

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