Charles North is one of the rare citizens of the world in that he remains open to it.
More of an art- or archival collection than a typical book, Cunnigham’s recently reissued Changes gathers sketches, notes, photographs, programs, and all other manner of ephemera in a creative package.
At the heart of Padgett’s writing is an innocence: he sees everything — no matter how banal or how curious or strange — with the same attentive, innocent eye.
Kenward Elmslie published his poems in Poetry magazine in 1960, and his first book, Pavilions, came out in 1961. Between then and now makes more than fifty years of work. And yet, in some ways, his writing cannot quite be contained by such definitions as “poetry” and “fiction.”
While visiting Philadelphia a number of years ago, the poet and critic Wayne Koestenbaum asked me “Is Trevor Winkfield a real person?”