The sponsors of the National Poetry Series went fishing over the summer break. Three thousand four hundred and ten avant herrings swam into their net. Schooling fish aren’t hard to catch!

The sponsors of the National Poetry Series went fishing over the summer break. Three thousand four hundred and ten avant herrings swam into their…

“Are you ready?” said M. Killian, holding the hand of Mme Bellamy. “I’m ready,” said the latter. M. Killian put the pedal to the metal, and over they went, soaring gloriously, into the ancient canyon.

  “Are you ready?” said M. Killian, holding the hand of Mme Bellamy. “I’m ready,” said the latter. M. Killian put the pedal to the metal, and…

Yeah, said the bird-masked M. Share, Just suck on it you little piece of 90s poetry shit. The pendulum swung and swung: Oh, No, cried M. Hollander. Oh, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No.

Yeah, said the bird-masked M. Share, Just suck on it you little piece of 90s poetry shit. The pendulum swung and swung: Oh, No, cried M. Hollander.…

But why was the elderly M. Doty so high up in the flowering chestnut, moaning like a cat? Slowly, hand over hand, handsome young fireman Stern climbed the ladder, towards the enigma.

  But why was the elderly M. Doty so high up in the flowering chestnut, moaning like a cat? Slowly, hand over hand, handsome young fireman Stern…

Is nothing sacred anymore!? In November, 2008, in Poetry, to the general delight of the so-called post-avant, a portfolio of poems by Jack Spicer has appeared.

Is nothing sacred anymore!? In November, 2008, in Poetry, to the general delight of the so-called post-avant, a portfolio of poems by Jack Spicer has…

Coming from an all-night soiree in celebration of some group-written memoir, Mme Hejinian was most fortunate to escape with but a broken pelvis and a hefty fine: Trainspotting on the BART.

Coming from an all-night soiree in celebration of some group-written memoir, Mme Hejinian was most fortunate to escape with but a broken pelvis and a…

The SPD Staff Holiday Selection List has come out, for the month of December. Merry Christmas, Guantánamo poets, Good Luck to You and God Bless Everyone!

   The SPD Staff Holiday Selection List has come out, for the month of December. Merry Christmas, Guantánamo poets, Good Luck to You and…

Let’s protest the war, poets, said M. Hamill! 15,000 did. Messrs. Bernstein, Silliman, and Watten gave speeches, protesting the poets who protested. Irony.

 Let’s protest the war, poets, said M. Hamill! 15,000 did. Messrs. Bernstein, Silliman, and Watten gave speeches, protesting the poets who…

Said Amin, 24, Mansour, a poet, had his legs severed by Humvee gunner M. Allen, 24, Fargo, a poet, too. “Look at my feet there on the road!” cried M. Amin. Then he died.

 Said Amin, 24, Mansour, a poet, had his legs severed by Humvee gunner M. Allen, 24, Fargo, a poet, too. “Look at my feet there on the road!”…

The panelists at the MLA spoke in solemn tones about “The Meaning of Poetry Today.” Then they retired to the cash bar, Rm. 420, Hyatt Hotel, and began to network, in earnest.

   The panelists at the MLA spoke in solemn tones about “The Meaning of Poetry Today.” Then they retired to the cash bar, Rm. 420, Hyatt…

In Saint-Denis, the handsome poet M. Hussein, who’d been tortured in Abu Ghraib, but survived to marry an American damsel, threw himself under a locomotive. His intestines were gathered up in a cloth.

   In Saint-Denis, the handsome poet M. Hussein, who’d been tortured in Abu Ghraib, but survived to marry an American damsel, threw himself…

To make a statement, outside the Metro, in Metz, the surrealist poet M. Joron fired many pistol shots, randomly, into a crowd. These days, poets will do anything for attention.

 To make a statement, outside the Metro, in Metz, the surrealist poet M. Joron fired many pistol shots, randomly, into a crowd. These days,…

A miracle! In Asnières, by accident, she claims, Mme Myles discharged a 9mm, hitting M. Davis, seven times, in the heart. Saved by the book in his pocket: Poems by Pierre Reverdy.

 A miracle! In Asnières, by accident, she claims, Mme Myles discharged a 9mm, hitting M. Davis, seven times, in the heart. Saved by the book in…

Be careful what you wish for, poets! Alone in Saint-Martin-Chennetron, M. Pinsky, once the telegenic Laureate, wrings his hands and softly mutters, sensing growing contempt, coming indifference, eternal oblivion.

 Be careful what you wish for, poets! Alone in Saint-Martin-Chennetron, M. Pinsky, once the telegenic Laureate, wrings his hands and softly…