New for 2012: The Volta
Here is something new and enjoyable for 2012:
The Volta
THE VOLTA is a multimedia project of poetry, criticism, poetics, video, and interview.***
As of January 1, 2012, THE VOLTA is home to the following:EVENING WILL COME is a journal of prose writing, often by poets on the how, what, and why of their writings. Founded in 2010, new issues appear on the first day of each month.
FRIDAY FEATURE presents new reviews of poetry each week. More information about our Friday Feature can be found here.
MEDIUM is our video column and journal, where new videos of writers appear each Friday.
If you have NEWS items of interest (e.g., new books, chapbooks, journals, reading tours, etc.), please write to thevoltanews | at | gmail | dot | com for consideration.
THEY WILL SEW THE BLUE SAIL is a monthly journal of poetry, featuring a single poem by each of three poets per issue.
TREMOLO features a single interview with a poet, with new issues also appearing on the first day of each month.
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THE VOLTA was founded in Tucson, Arizona on December 11, 2011 by Sara Renee Marshall and Joshua Marie Wilkinson. It went live on Sunday January 1st, 2012.
The site was designed by JMW.
If you are interested in contributing in some way to THE VOLTA, you may contact us at thevoltaeditors | at | gmail | dot | com
THE VOLTA was founded in Tucson, Arizona on December 11, 2011 by Sara Renee Marshall and Joshua Marie Wilkinson. It went live on Sunday January 1st, 2012.
The site was designed by JMW.
If you are interested in contributing in some way to THE VOLTA, you may contact us at thevoltaeditors | at | gmail | dot | com
(You get two lives to live, kid: your second and your first.)
posted by John Gallaher @ 7:47 AM
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4 Comments:
What a strange coincidence ... I just bounced over here from there. Happened upon it mere moments ago. Looks like an interesting site.
What does bad emo music have to do with poetry?
Or self-pitying 'essays' about one's personal problems?
Or banal, mystical, half-formed, cliched' 'essays' about 'presence?'
Or trivial, self-absorbed 'interviews?'
And then the 'poetry...' (!!)
Where's my Shelley?
"Drowndead," said Mr. Peggotty.
Of his bones are coral made
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