Culture Industry

So Ron Silliman turns his attention to the other side of the Atlantic the other day and posts a glowing review of There Are Words , the pos...

Why am I so attracted to British poets these days? I’ve just gone thru binges of reading Geraldine Monk, John Wilkinson, & most recently...

The folks at the Journal of Improbable Research hand out yearly Ig Nobel Prizes for foolish, obvious, or just plain silly achievements. Las...

It’s been a slow week, both around here & on the blogosphere. I guess everybody is busy watching the spectacular implosion of the Republ...

[ Adorno monument, Frankfurt-am-Main ] It’s that grim and glum time of year again – no, I’m not entirely referring to my birthday, which hap...

first Katherine Harris & her India-sourced blog comments, now a local congressman, Republican Mark Foley, resigns when a series of sexu...

but right now I just want to register how grateful I am to live in Florida – at least one never lacks for entertainment. Katherine Harris, t...

That last post a bit of experimenting in the off the top of the head vein, & heaven knows there’s often very little on the top of this h...

Re-reading bits & pieces of LZ, & re-reading the MS of the LZ biography, as well as dipping back into The Cantos & Pound critic...

The academics among Culture Industry's readers may know what I mean when I kvetch that I'd rather be in next semester. Not that I...

In a rare venture into the local megabooks, I picked up a remaindered copy of Grace Schulman's edition of The Poems of Marianne Moore (...

So we've finally gotten around to getting that Netflix membership & plunging into the world of grownup movies. By some odd chance, t...

Slow days on the po-blogosphere, it seems – at least from where I'm crouching. The real standouts in my limited surfing time are the ste...

Simply a placeholder, to let the world know that I'm not dead or (really) ill, but just up to the proverbial eyeballs – & that I...

Where've I been?, my 4 readers have been asking. Oh, you know – the first weeks of the new semester, always a punishing time; 2 of them,...

Those of us who know little – but wish they knew more – about the secret history of British alternative poetry could only relish Gordon Burn...

New poems – like, new poems by me – online at Edmund Hardy’s excellent Intercapillary Space . Check ‘em out. *** Today was a bleary, awful...

There are three poems missing from John Peck's collection Poems and Translations of Hí-Lö (Carcanet, 1991). The book as a whole is one ...

noun : a circular tent of felt or skins on a collapsible framework, used by nomads in Mongolia, Siberia, and Turkey. We have no yurt, tho a ...

Well, it's been a bit like hunkering down in some hardened-concrete Führer-bunker, pulling on one's gasmask & flak jacket, &...