In the new Spring issue of The Paris Review, we published an Art of Poetry interview with Alice Notley, conducted by Hannah Zeavin. To mark the occasion, we commissioned a series of short essays ...
https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2024/04/29/on-being-warlike/
“This book, in our reading of it as in Canetti’s writing of it, is a type of life traveler’s talisman or amulet, a prose garlic bulb or rabbit-foot.”
https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2024/04/26/on-elias-canettis-book-against-death/
“When I first read these poems and was trying to describe them to a friend, I said they felt cosmic, even though they often take place in Shoptaw’s backyard or around his Berkeley neighborhoo...
https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2024/04/26/choose-hope-or-despair-on-john-shoptaw/
“The speaker is a kind of Keats-bot, perhaps.”
“I wanted to write my own Messiah.”
https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2024/04/24/the-art-of-the-libretto-john-adams/
“I ruined a dinner party ten years ago in Phoenix.”
https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2024/04/23/bad-dinner-guest/
“When I watch Phil playing these parts in films that now capture a distant past, in roles that have become familiar to us, I can see so much of who he was.”
“People’s spirits resemble a patch of grass struggling to grow in the intermittently light and dark area beneath partially open and partially closed windows.”
https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2024/04/19/on-the-distinctiveness-of-writing-in-china/
“It is several years since this dinner, and I remember best the taste of persimmons soaked in muscadet.”
“Just think about something and follow it down to where it gets true.”