by Tony Leuzzi
FEB 2014 | Books
In his redoubtable essay Tradition and the Individual Talent, T. S. Eliot wrote, No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. I wonder how Eliot might have assessed the work of David Lehman, a poet whose recently published New and Selected Poems demonstrates time and again that ones ongoing engagement with poets dead or alive need not mask personality or stifle innovation.
by Alexander Rothman
JUNE 2014 | Fiction
Alexander Rothman is a cartoonist and poet. His work has appeared in such publications as the Seneca Review, Moonshot Magazine, the Brooklyn Rail, Suspect Device, and the Rumpus, and is forthcoming in the Indiana Review. He cohosts a comics-review podcast, Comics For Grownups. He is also co-editor-in-chief of INK BRICK, a journal of comics poetry. More at inkbrick.com.