Saturday, July 12, 2014

Sixth Finch - Summer 2014

There are many parts of the new issue of Sixth Finch that I'm crazy about. Not my poem--other peoples'! I can't stop thinking about this giant ending of Jeff Hipsher's poem, which is called "Escape From the Underground Fortress":


And then our lunches sour. And the junior college
empties. Our hot water heater breaks. The heavens, too

grow cold. Or do you not
think so far ahead?

Something gives me a great/awful feeling about the direct address in the final line and a half. I'm so glad it didn't end before that question--like saying it's my, me, own fault for sitting at my computer reading this poem and letting the heavens grow cold. Yeah.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

old poem/new poem

I was thinking in my last post about the two different versions of this poem, and how I revised it after it appeared in H_NGM_N #15. The two versions aren't that different. In the revision wanted to retain a sense of looseness, even a little nonsense, an "oh, whatever" feeling, but--weighing against that--to have there be a REASON, an occasion, a POEM-ness to it.

The version of "Nature Poem" that appeared in H_NGM_N is the one on the left; the revised version is the one on the right.


Tuesday, May 27, 2014

review of H_NGM_N

I love this review of H_NGM_N 15 by Natalia Kennedy, which says some excellent and thoughtful things about poetry, and my poem:

What I mean, the poetry that Biederman releases in “Nature Poem” really happened, happens, and continues to breathe in each ongoing encounter with her words, the symbols on the page (err, screen). She writes,

Monday, May 26, 2014

facebook/john cheever/full fathom five

I have no idea whether it's a good to be on Facebook or not. I don't know how long I've been off it; maybe about six months. At first I felt pride. Lately, I've felt how anti-social it is, not being on it. Someone said they were worried something was seriously wrong when they realized I wasn't on Facebook anymore. Maybe it's like a way of drawing attention to yourself, and you don't even have to do anything. That's not what I intended to do; I got off it because I thought such bad stuff about people who I otherwise would not have thought of at all. I almost never thought anything good about anyone's post. I'm like the brother in the Cheever story "Goodbye, My Brother":

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Esoterrorist Favorite

"In a time when poetry is riddle with net slang and plainspeak, Biederman approaches her work with a classical seriousness and striking emotionalism." This is from the Esoterrorist, which named my chapbook The Hardest Part Is Done as a 2013 favorite!