Poetry not always but periodically seeks its upper limit — music, as readers of Louis Zukofsky know — and that includes Juliana Spahr’s.
Sometimes you get to know writers best in their minor works; a commissioned text can disclose more than an obsessively personal project.
My editors asked me for notes on books I’d been reading — about three hundred words. I’ve already figured out that it’s not in me to be quite that concise.
Jaimy Gordon passed through my field of vision some time in the early 1980s.