Tag: Nathan Moore
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No Object, poetry by Natalie Shapero, reviewed by Nathan Moore
“It is unbefitting to believe in ghosts, to believe what one reads,what one writes.” —“Arranged Hours,” Natalie Shapero I have been in possession of Natalie Shapero’s No Object for a long time—about seven weeks. I should have turned in this review a while ago. The thing is, it caught me. Have you ever found a…
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“What Things Are Made Of”: An Interview with Charles Harper Webb by Nathan Moore
Here I get the chance to talk to Charles Harper Webb about his latest book, What Things Are Made Of (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2013). The conversation takes place mostly during April over email. Charles Harper Webb is the author of numerous poetry collections, including Reading The Water (Northeastern, 1997), Liver (University of Wisconsin Press, 1999), Tulip Farms…
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Portuguese, poetry by Brandon Shimoda, reviewed by Nathan Moore
Brandon Shimoda’s Portuguese is the result of a collaborative publishing venture between Octopus Books and Tin House Books. From this information alone, you’d be right to expect something that, at the very least, is interesting. Portuguese is not only interesting, it defines new expectations about poetry. Now I expect more from poetry. There’s the “Oh,…
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“I Thought Often of the Hem of a Skirt, Unraveling While Someone Runs, the Thread Creating Its Own Design”: An Interview with Kristina Marie Darling & Carol Guess by Nathan Moore
Here I get the chance to talk to Kristina Marie Darling and Carol Guess about collaboration and their book X Marks the Dress: A Registry, forthcoming from Gold Wake Press in 2014. Our conversation takes place via e-mail over a period of about two weeks. Carol Guess is the author of eleven books: Seeing Dell…
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Nathan Moore Reviews Jane Rosenberg LaForge’s With Apologies to Mick Jagger, Other Gods, and All Women
“Do I wait here? I guess I’ll go in.”—Anthony Melchiorri, Hotel Impossible, The Travel Channel As I was standing on my front porch just now I saw someone down the street get into their car. As they did so, they yelled toward the house they had just left: “Goodbye! I love you!” That’s nice. But…
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Review by Nathan Moore: Bodies Made of Smoke, a novella by J. Bradley
Sometimes I wonder about all the TV I’ve missed. Whether from sleep, chemically-induced miasma, or just lack of electricity, I have missed a lot of TV. I missed the Highlander TV series that ran during the nineties. Reading J. Bradley’s Bodies Made of Smoke makes me wish I had seen some of it. The book’s five…