Why Steal Poetry?

Posted by Robert Peake.

A new spate of plagiarism incidents in the poetry world has me wondering what satisfaction could possibly come from gaining recognition for a stolen poem. I believe that it is a symptom of a darker issue at work in contemporary poetry, where we have come to value product over process, poet over poetry, prize over… Read more »

Doomed in Good Company

Skull with Top Removed by Leonardo DaVinci

Posted by Robert Peake.

Thoughts for Dispossessed Poets “There is another world, and it is in this one” -Paul Éluard “He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not.” -John 1:10 Boo hoo. The modern world we live in does not appreciate poetry. Not like it ought to, not like… Read more »

10 Transcontinental Poets for 2013

Posted by Robert Peake.

The Internet gives us the illusion that the best a culture has to offer will invariably find its way to us. But when it comes to art, I find that so much still comes down to local knowledge. Americans and Brits alike have long maintained a fascination with the literary work of their overseas cousins,… Read more »

Ira Lightman: Experiments in Poetry

Posted by Robert Peake.

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”… Read more »

In Praise of Small Spaces

Posted by Robert Peake.

“‘This is fine,’ replied Candide, ‘but we must cultivate our garden.’” -Voltaire, Candide “It’ll be like living on a boat,” a friend remarked upon hearing of our plans to move to a tiny cottage in rural England. Looking out my office window at the expanse of field and garden stretching beyond the horizon, it now… Read more »

Citizen of Poetry

Cactus Blossom

Posted by Robert Peake.

I spent fourteen months in England, working hard to make the odd feel normal. When what is foreign feels odd, it is understandable. But when what was formerly normal now feels odd, that is perhaps the oddest feeling of all. I now find myself, back in the US for a brief visit, ambling through coastal… Read more »

Christopher Reid’s Elegiac Scattering

A Scattering by Christopher Reid

Posted by Robert Peake.

“Hobgoblin, nor foul fiend; / nor even the jobsworth slob / with a slow sly scheme to rob / my darling of her mind / that I imagined; / just a tumour.” -Christopher Reid, “The Unfinished”, from A Scattering Christopher Reid’s A Scattering is a moving tribute to his wife Lucinda, who died of cancer…. Read more »