I want to think of the page as a piece of technology that captures the way I would read the poem out loud. The page is a musical score. I set out to format the poem while also thinking about tempo.
If you’ve read your work aloud for many years and can’t tell when an audience is tuning you out or getting bored or restless, then you’re not paying attention. Too many poets (and too many fiction writers) read their work as if they’re alone in a room, performing some burdensome task.
Composer and classical bassist, Barry Paul Clark / adoptahighway, discusses the the use of text in his music, the importance of authenticity, and the crises of inspiration and creation.
Villanueva digs into his poems, at times mythical, who yearns to understand his connections to his history and his emotions.
Many years ago, I was looking at the first poem I ever published just after it was published. I walked to my kitchen, opened the trashcan, and pushed the journal through the trash all the way in the bottom; there, I thought. Now there’s one less chance anybody ever sees that. Then it ended up in Best American Poetry ’05.
Yes, we want to hear your idea of poet voice. To submit, please choose a poem (your own or someone else’s) and record a video of yourself reading it twice: 1. First with poet voice 2. Then in the voice you think it’s best communicated in Need a bit more guidance? Check out the below video of…
SOUND is looking for one-time reviewers as well as correspondents to do poetry reading style reviews. Attend a poetry reading and tell us about the reading style of one or more of the poets.
Visually, I don’t want my poem to look weird. I want it to look totally normal on the page. I want it to appear normal and accessible, so that when weird things start happening people have less of a reason to question things.
Sound is the pure coercive force of Art, the medium which desires to change forms. It is very important not only to the structure and nature of McSweeney´s work but to the nature of art itself.
I will never rip a single bird
From among its flock,
spread out low over the field,
And devour it raw
There amongst the ankle-high cornstalks.