Evening Will Come
C.D. Wright has the first essay up on the brand new Evening Will Come, an online, monthly journal of poetics founded in November 2010 by Joshua Marie Wilkinson.
I know the adjective can be a nuisance, and the adverb clumsy. I’m a touch sick of the poetic inflation around prepositions. I would prefer that conjunctions were less visibly functional. Articles can clutter. The verb works the hardest. It should be the best paid. And I know the fifteenth letter O is the best word of all: O my black frying pan. O my fallen arches. O my degenerating fibroids. O what’s the point. O little man at the foot of my bed, please don’t steal my pillow.
Poets are attending to the future.
There, they will build something for the past, receding indefinitely, for you.