At death’s door, Octave is visited by a familiar face. Is this the end for him, or just the beginning?

To read Kerouac, especially his poetry, is to listen to an already posthumous message sent from himself to himself in the void after the end of speech…

They say “no gratitude is to be expected from the wicked.” But what if it’s not wickedness that prompts a bee to sting, but just the need to spice things up?

The brotherhoods of monkdom are typically known for their spirituality and solemn minimalism. As Fauntleroy finds out while exiting the fish, however, these monks have technology on their side!

When Meow Wolf’s claim to fame, House of Eternal Return, hatched in March 2016, the art world was forced to confront the monster that two decades of discourse around socially-engaged art had unwittingly created.

After a life of art and adventure, Octave has been marooned without food or water to die alone. Even for the optimistic auteur this is dismal. How will he cope as he faces his own mortality?

“Critique is an exploration of conditions of possibility for freedom in transformation.”

New year, new me, right? We could all use a bit of inspiration to go with major milestones in our lives. There’s no harm in being a bit opportunistic when you turn over a leaf though!

Fauntleroy’s time aboard the fish has come to an end, and he must part with Miguel. What lies in store for him as he enters the open sea once more?

I loved Kent's ability to use the poetic art form to criticize not poetry itself, but the popular trends that muddy and obscure poetry by forcing all of us to dig through the garbage to find actual substance.

“From One Hundred Poems from the Chinese” doesn’t aspire to the brevity and concision of classical Chinese poetry. They’re relatively long, jumping between themes and styles, and always very funny.

Not since Ed Dorn have we had such scathing satire on the state of the arts, and not since Alexander Pope, I don’t think, have we had someone willing to take on the establishment with such vigor — and in rhymed couplets, yet!

The ostensible cause was Kent’s Emily Post-Avant piece critiquing Amanda Gorman’s poem for the Biden inauguration, which an editor at The Typescript said was “antithetical to our values.” I’ve sometimes disagreed with Kent, both in private exchanges and on the pages of Dispatches from the Poetry Wars, but I see nothing particularly offensive about the Gorman column, with the possible exception of calling Lady Gaga a “narcissistic bitch.”

Johnson’s work is distinguishable for its international breadth and for its pugilism.

He listens to the life inside life for the life outside life.

He has a cause and he has devoted himself to it. I can’t say God bless him but I can say Poets bless him.

“It sucks being a famous poet. / All your time gets taken up on / the phone or in answering emails / from people looking for a blurb, / and stuff. It’s totally tiresome!”