You have given yourself your word and there is no retracting it. Leave people. If to get the solitude that is necessary you must go into a washroom, go there, lean against the wall and write. Write as you write in the morning, anything at all. Write sure or unsure, hurriedly or blank verse; write what you think of your employer or your secretary or your brother; write a short story synopsis or a fragment of dialogue or a description of someone you have recently noticed.
— Louise Bogan
From Louise Bogan’s “Managing The Unconscious,” in A Poet’s Prose
Or are they? Maybe they are. Before I was The Cossack Review’s Fiction Editor, I was publishing fiction of my own. I continue to try to do that, but even before my life as a writer of fiction began I was engaged in what I call gateway creativity, making short, animated films. I call it gateway creativity because just as a gateway will lead the …
This is the first interview in a new series between our contributors and Outreach and Interviews Editor Brian Kornell. John Poch’s poem, “Learned Looks,” appears in our Spring 2015 issue. John is a professor of English at Texas Tech University. His fourth book, Fix Quiet (2014), won the New Criterion Prize. – Brian Kornell: What draws you to write poetry? – John Poch: The love of language. …
SPEEDBOAT, by Renata Adler Reviewed by Mike Nagel Speedboat came to me at a time when the narrative of my own life was unraveling. I would roll the book up in my back pocket and read it in this little park across the street from my apartment. Haggard Park. I would read by the concrete pond. I remember it being hot so it must have …