“I want our poetry section to be made up of show-stoppers. I don’t want the poems merely to have integrity, or merely to be sophisticated — though I want those things,” he said. Mr. Stein made an example of an Elizabeth Bishop poem (“Keaton”) that he tore out of The New Yorker and pinned above his desk. “Every time I looked at it, my eyes would fill up with tears,” he said.” via The Observer, “Changes at The Paris Review’s Poetry Desk, Loren Stein at Play”
If Stein can pack The Paris Review with poems like “Keaton” (which has lived on my wall in four different apartments located in two different countries), consider me a lifetime subscriber.
I was going to reblog this this morning—because the poem!—but then I was like, Ehh, the internet is awkward. I don’t actually know this person. But then this person came in and took advantage of the Sad Keith Gessen Reblogging Experience and bought books and saved money. So here’s this great poem, and a reminder that good things happen when you reblog Keith.
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New Yorker is pink” argument set aside for...moment, for E. Bishop, worth posting above...
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OOF
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