A line of advice from Philip Levine
The New Museum is pleased to present “The Rub,” a new commission for First Look by poet Cathy Park Hong and video artist Mores McWreath.
It’s an e-chapbook of .GIFS and haiku. Go see it >
Anne Carson, from Plainwater
ISSUE 31 has arrived, chock-full of strange and beautiful work.
Join us at our Spring Launch Party on April 6th, 7-9 PM, at the Lillian Vernon House (58 West 10th, New York, NY).
Readings by Rachel Zucker, Ana Božičević, & John Oliver Hodges.
Raffle prizes from 92nd Street Y, Symphony Space, FSG, Soho Press, Black Ocean Press, Icarus Films & more.
Plus, copies of our spiffy new issue, drinks, and great company.
AWP, Boston, March 6-9, 2013
Come find Washington Square Review at table#F6 during the AWP BOOK FAIR! Meet the brains behind ON SQU, pick up current and back issues of the journal, and go home with ON SQU swag.
Jesse Ball draws on napkins. He also writes award-worthy fiction and poetry. Our pals at Pantheon will publish Silence Once Begun, his first hardcover release, this January.
Source: jesseball
SUBMIT!
Washington Square Review is now accepting submissions for the 2013 WASHINGTON SQUARE AWARD in three categories: poetry, fiction, and flash-fiction. This year’s judges are Karen Russell (fiction), Matthea Harvey (poetry), and Shane Jones (flash).
Entry fee is $10, and each submission comes with a free year-long subscription to ONSQU. Winners receive $500 and publication in a forthcoming issue of Washington Square. Selected runners-up may also receive publication. The deadline is March 15th, 2013. Submit online or by mail.
Red Tulips, then Asphodel
Was I ever truly happy, like some girl in a red tank top
eating sunlight in Spring?
Hard to say. If flowers are symbols of emotions,
it’s still hard to say.
What belongs, what goes, and which way. Did I once
feel like a tulip
bending gracefully toward its own root, its own death,
the lower my head
the more beautiful? Or was I ever showy like a peony
for one wild week,
sexed fully pink without blushing. What are emotions
anyway? Flowers die
not knowing. And yet our feelings lead us down that one
path we only ever take
deceptively edged with bloom after bloom after bloom.
Brenda Shaughnessy on “A Picture and a Poem” T Magazine
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