Poetry

In ‘All That Beauty’, it’s not a matter of seeing better, or more clearly; it’s a matter of seeing more widely and wildly

‘I saw how the different pop artists were working, and how they allowed new ideas to arise. So, I said to myself: Why don’t poets do that?’

On the artist selected for the Deutsche Bank Wealth Management Lounges at Frieze London and Frieze Masters 2019

‘Surge’ finds uneasy resonances between the 1981 New Cross fire and more recent tragedies

‘I could sit among the velvet blackness forever’

Remembering a poet who helped define a generation of American writers through his love of gossip, sex and art 

Steven Zultanski reviews five wide-ranging new collections that address immigration, love and the cruelties of the internet

‘History is full of people who just didn’t,’ reads the first line of her riveting opening essay, which also serves as a sort of statement of intent

The poet’s new collection chronicles a father’s succumbing to dementia and a daughter’s attempt to endure

‘Through the doors of underworld rose a mind structured by languages inherited from the dead’

‘The poet moves their hips like someone on a tram about to vomit’

‘I don’t know how a poet becomes a poet. And I don’t think anyone else does either’

‘Through its transformations and multiple languages, the poem becomes a dark mirror that reflects the missing truth’

The way in which we talk about these accolades tends to hyperbole; artworks are not created in a financial vacuum

‘His complex works embody both figurative social realism and mystic spiritual abstraction’

‘I spend my life as a writer trying (failing) to approximate Oswald’s verbal economy of means’

An event at Somerset House to launch Ignota Press’ first book, the anthology: Spells: 21st-Century Occult Poetry

An exhibition at Essex Street, New York, shows how closely Hill’s literary and artistic work is linked to her critique of domesticity

Cruel Fiction expresses hope for concrete social movements that imagine a different world than our own

The poet on the ‘strange portability’ of life on the road