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" In 1965, during the ferment of the Civil Rights Movement and protests against the Vietnam War, she explains to Herko that “new times demand new words”. And while it was her former lover Jones who gained notoriety for his declaration in “Black Art” that “we want poems that kill” – and who, by the late 1960s, had changed his name to Baraka – di Prima was also forging a new radical poetry. During that same period, she sent out “Revolutionary Letters” across the US through the Liberation News Service, a syndicated counter-cultural news outlet, and these were published in a single volume in 1971. They have long been out of print and only available online. The fiftieth anniversary edition of Revolutionary Letters harks back to a period in US history when poetry, in the words of the late Lawrence Ferlinghetti, was an insurgent art." Douglas Field TLS
"There’s so much writing in the world and a lot of it just seems like the same sentence." Anne Carson Interview
"A friend said of the poem, “This one gave me shivers.” That’s exactly how I feel about it. Like all the poems and novels that affect me most, it holds up a mirror to my own doubts and indecisions. The image that I see in the mirror is completely non-flattering, but the mirror itself—the form and language of the poem—is exhilarating in its energy and poise." Edward Mendelson NYRB
"These illustrations punctuate her energetic and (can one in this context say it?) ‘free’ translation of around half of Catullus’ poems. Some [Isobel Williams] translates several times. There are seven or so versions of the two-line poem about Catullus’ love-hate relationship with his mistress, ‘Odi et amo’. One of these sounds a bit like Ezra Pound in troubadour mode: "I hate where I do love. Perchance / Thou seek’st to know de quelle façon / [Doffs hat, strums lute-strings]./ I don’t know. It’s hurting. Here." Another sounds like a resentful adolescent: "Stuck in a hate-love trap. / ‘How does it make you feel?’ / Don’t give me that counselling crap. / The wheel has spikes. Bones snap."" Colin Burrow LRB
"Silence is just another ableist metaphor, a mismatched name. Hearing poets load up silence with solitude and stillness, emptiness and calm." Meg Day • Poetry



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