The Art of Fiction No. 233 (Interviewer)
“What’s a revolution? It’s when a regime can no longer control the populace, when the regime is brought down to the ground.”
“What’s a revolution? It’s when a regime can no longer control the populace, when the regime is brought down to the ground.”
“What happened to poetry in the twentieth century was that it began to be written for the page.”
Many children’s games depend on a physical handicap. Hopscotch, for example, requires a skillful player to hop from square to square on one leg while the other merely dangles in the air, as though amputated so long ago he had time to practice jumping without it.
The wind is against us and the ash of war covers the earth. We see our spirit flash on a razor blade, a helmet’s curve. The brackish springs of autumn salt our wounds.
The women examined you with furrowed brows, looking as though they had been toasted by years of sun.
The thread of the story fell to the ground, so I went down on my hands and knees to hunt for it. This was at one of those patriotic celebrations, and all I saw were imported shoes and jackboots.
In modern Arabic poetry, Adonis’s ‘Songs of Mihyar the Damascene’ is a classic on the level of ‘The Waste Land’ in English or ‘Duino Elegies’ in German.
West Beirut, a neighborhood known as Hamra, was “the closest the Arab world could ever get to having its own Greenwich Village.”
Can a poem be topical twice?The speaker of “Elegy for the Times”—a long prose poem by the Syrio-Lebanese poet Adonis, a master of Arabic verse—is not an “I” but a “we,” an anonymous collective that travels through a nightmarish landsc…
The Winter issue of The Paris Review includes Kevin Prufer’s poem “How He Loved Them.” Prufer is the author of six books of poetry and the editor of several anthologies. His latest collection, Churches, was published this week. He teaches at the Univ…
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The poems publish…
What is the best poetry anthology to give my father’s new, and much younger, fiancée at her bridal shower? —Rachel Dear Rachel, What a lovely, tricky question. I suppose it depends on how you feel about your mother-in-law-to-be, or how you’d like…
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Richard Poirier taught English at Rutgers for some forty years (he died last summer), and he often argued that teaching students how to read, as distinct from teaching them how to be good citizens, or political activists, is the only thing literature…