Alex Lemon's first collection of poems is Mosquito (Tin House Books). Hallelujah Blackout will be published in 2008 by Milkweed Editions. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in such magazines as BOMB, Kenyon Review, Tin House, Denver Quarterly, AGNI, Gulf Coast and Pleiades. He is also a frequent contributor to The Bloomsbury Review, and co-editor of LUNA. Among his awards are a 2005 Literature Fellowship in Poetry from the National Endowment for the Arts and a 2006 Minnesota Arts Board Grant. A memoir is also forthcoming from Scribner.
Robert Motherwell Illustrating PoetryBy Heidi Colsman-Freyberger
FEB 2023 | Critics Page
In his eulogy for Robert Motherwell the English critic Bryan Robertson remarked, No other artist in this century could have been quite so much in love with literature, and, above all, poetry.
Surrealist Collaboration: Poetry, Art, Literature, Ingenuity and Life ItselfBy Mary Ann Caws
FEB 2022 | ArtSeen
A stupendous exhibit. I wont put an exclamation point there, for that punctuation would be repeated, excessively. Here is a fine example of what a gallery can do in an exhibition if the focus is on a specific kind of thing, in this case on an historic collective and collaborative art-making activity, repeated differently as an off and on ritual event.
The Biography of a Great PoetryBy Ron Horning
MAY 2022 | Books
While the Collected Poems is retrospective, printing the poems Auden wanted as he wanted them by the time of his death, the Princeton Poems, exhilaratingly prospective, prints the poems as they first appeared in individual books, recreating Auden’s poetic development as it actually happened from 1928 to 1972, including many poems later eliminated, plus the poems from the posthumous Thank You, Fog.
Waking From the Dream of Mark Leidners PoetryBy Bianca Stone
JUNE 2021 | Books
The title of Mark Leidners new gorgeously made book Returning the Sword to the Stone is apt. Like a reverse Arthur Pendragon, we decide not to go for the holy grail, not to accept our righteous lineage, and maybe not to pursue a noble quest in human development but stay home and continue whipping ourselves with Christmas lights and theorizing about why we do it. Were considering our crazy human condition and laughing at our own limited idea of ourselves.