New in PIOnline

FEATURED:  A forum from our archive, east European poets on poetry & war, poetry from Ukrainian poets Vasyl Stus and Lyuba Yakimchuk

INTERVIEWS: Neil Philip talks to Joseph Thomas about myth, folklore, storytelling, and children’s poetry 

REVIEWS:  Alexander Long reviews  A Field Guide to the Poetry of Theodore Roethke

         POETRY: Two new poems from Daniel Lawless

and more…

Words for War: New Poems from Ukraine (Boston: Academic Studies Press, 2017) Edited By: Oksana Maksymchuk and Max Rosochinsky

 

Featured


  • Died of Old AgeDied of Old Age
    “Olha was pregnant/ Serhiy was drunk/ and Sonya was only three/ they all perished, too/ and people said, they died of old age” | by Lyuba Yakimchuk
  • Eastern-European Poets on Poetry & WarEastern-European Poets on Poetry & War
    In this forum from our archives poets from Ukraine, Poland, and other east European countries consider poetry’s power in the face of war and how the 2014 invasion and annexation of Crimea affected their lives and work
  • A Stranger Lives My Life And Wears My BodyA Stranger Lives My Life And Wears My Body
    “a speck of hell, the Universe’s scream— laconic and intense, devoid of exits…| by Vasyl Stus

 

Dispatches


  • Dunya Mikhail on “The War Works Hard”Dunya Mikhail on "The War Works Hard"
    “In mind was the war I lived since my teenage time in Baghdad. However, it’s not about a specific war but about war itself. Every time, the war came with a different name…” | by Dunya Mikhail
  • Ukrainian Feature: Words for WarUkrainian Feature: Words for War
    “For many of the poets, the war is not some distant event one hears about in the papers. It is part of their personal history”| poems from Ukraine, edited by Oksana Maksymchuk and Max Rosochinsky
  • In Praise of Adam Zagajewski (1945-2021)In Praise of Adam Zagajewski (1945-2021)
    “For years now, as my plane begins its descent toward the airport outside of Kraków, the city where I was born and raised but left years ago, I recite them quietly” | by Piotr Florczyk
  • Yulya Tsimafeyeva’s Poetry of One-Legged WonderYulya Tsimafeyeva’s Poetry of One-Legged Wonder
    “Between these poets of cultural affirmation and the poets of silence… comes a voice of a woman—and a woman in a patriarchal world is always somewhat of an immigrant” | by Valzynha Mort

 

Interviews


  • Of Things Never Told BeforeOf Things Never Told Before
    On myths and muses, radical artifice, genre switching, and the love of children’s poetry | Joseph Thomas talks to Neil Philip
  • Other People’s VoicesOther People's Voices
    How sound can bridge the past and present and what books of poetry have in common with websites | Zach Bernstein and Paisley Rekdal talk about her digital project West: A Translation
  • Poetry UnboundPoetry Unbound
    On the other 99% of poetry, how it actually exists in the world | Jessica Pressman talks to poet and scholar Mike Chasar
  • Celebrating the Natural WorldCelebrating the Natural World
    The human, the nonhuman, a love of revising, and the sorrow necessary in celebrating the natural world | Tami Haaland talks to Aimee Nezhukumatathil

 

Reviews


 

Poetry


  • My Brother, Solar Eclipse, 1965My Brother, Solar Eclipse, 1965
    “But for now, your half-smile says, relief — to be eleven” | by Daniel Lawless
  • CheatsheetCheatsheet
    “In my all-boys school they’re all dumber than me./ I sit in the back and read André Gide” | by Armen Davoudian, co-winner 2021 PI Prize
  • Woolf’s HairWoolf's Hair
    “…she’s gone—/ like the hairpin Virginia Woolf stuck into her unruly bun “| by Eva Heisler, co-winner 2021 PI Prize

 

From the Archives


  • Kings
    “Those were days when I walked around a little hungry” | by Adam Zagajewski
  • The War Works Hard
    “The war works hard, day and night. / It is a muse for the tyrant’s / long speeches, / it hangs medals around generals, / it blesses poets with themes, / it makes the makers busy—” | by Dunya Mikhail
  • 128
    “In this huge town of mine—night. / the sleepy home I leave—behind. / And people think: wife, daughter— / But I’m aware of just this—night.” | by Marina Tsvetaeva
  • Decked Out at Night
    “They stand apart in this world, / each one with his night, / each one with his death, / morose, bareheaded, hoarfrost-covered” | by Paul Celan
  • We Have No Sleep 
    “We think of tomorrow, / as we feed the swans  / with yesterday’s bread.” | by Nikola Madzirov
  • You and I and the World
    “Place the scale on the kitchen table / and let reality weigh itself. / Put your coat on. / Turn the light off in the hallway. / Close the door.” | by Werner Aspenström

 

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