"From Life" by Shane McCrae
"none of our/ Friends but the friends who died so long ago/ They aren’t our friends anymore/ I do what old friends do/ And love them anyway." A new poem by Shane McCrae is featured in the Paris Review.
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"none of our/ Friends but the friends who died so long ago/ They aren’t our friends anymore/ I do what old friends do/ And love them anyway." A new poem by Shane McCrae is featured in the Paris Review.
"The thing that Phillips really nails is the specific dedication it takes to follow the sport," writes The Atlantic, praising the "exacting style and keen observations" in Phillips's book about tennis.
Whiting winners Tracy K. Smith, Paul Guest, Eduardo C. Corral, and Sherwin Bitsui will each guest edit a month of poetry.
"I was always happy in barbershops. Now happiness, come blow your nose in my hands—". A new poem by Kaminsky, from his upcoming collection Deaf Republic, is featured in the Paris Review.
New York Times book critics discuss their top titles of 2018, including books by Whiting winners Deborah Eisenberg, Lisa Halliday, Terrance Hayes, Denis Johnson, and recent National Book Award winner Sigrid Nunez.
Denis Johnson's short story collection about the ghosts of the past and the mysteries of the universe is one of ten books named by the Chicago Tribune as the year's best.
Phillips explores the history of the Gougoltz, hotelier who helped birth clay-court tennis, in the Paris Review, writing that "everything Gougoltz had done in Cannes was synchronized with the birth and rise of tennis. He just hadn’t known it."
"These towns are nothing but petri dishes, and we’re nothing but flowers of exotic mold. Endlessly customized achievement modules," writes Jess Row, in a new story for Granta about robots and capitalism. "We’re the event horizon of commodified childhood."
Phillip B. Williams reflects on the life and work of poet Ai in Poetry magazine, writing that "Ai wears masks to unveil a truer, darker, more visceral version of the world and from that darkness we discover the effacement of our own masks."