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September 2013

Briefly Noted – September 2013

Monthly book reviews in brief from the staff of Prairie Schooner and associates
The Cuckoo's Calling

Monthly book reviews in brief from the staff of Prairie Schooner and associates.

Vol. 2 Issue 5. August 2013. Ed. James Madison Redd.

The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith | Reviewed by Jacqueline H. Harris What the River Carries by Lisa Knopp | Reviewed by Caitie Leibman Driving on the Rim by Thomas McGuane (A Short-shrifted Review) | Reviewed by Shane Moritz

Indian Poetry on Social Media: Beyond Doggerel and Heartbreak Rhymes

by Nabina Das
Painting By A.A. Almelkar (1920-1982)
The latest phenomenon in Indian poetry is its increased presence on Facebook, the popular social media network, and this is no flippant event at all. With myriad languages and a large number of literatures, Indian poetry cannot be summarized in one simple way. When the group called INDIAN POETRY got started a couple of years ago, it evoked in me a range of feelings including awe, interest, disbelief, and indignation.

Simple, Clichéd Phrases can have Profound Meaning

World Wide Poetry Studio Interviews Michael Symmons Roberts
Michael Symmons Roberts
I was recently commissioned to write a poem for a bio-medicine and poetry project happening in the UK. As I set about writing and researching my contribution, I thought of the poet Michael Symmons Roberts whose most recent collection, Drysalter, is earning a tremendous amount of praise and has been shortlisted for the 2013 Forward Prize. We had a lengthy conversation, but here is an excerpt of Roberts and me discussing a couple of his commissioned poems.

You Have Died of Dysentery

Farewell Prairie Schooner by Eric Jones

When I hitched my spurs to the wagon a year ago I had no idea how fast a prairie schooner could go. We were essentially a party of three. Marianne Kunkel, a phenomenal Managing Editor. Kwame Dawes, the insane genius who drives this rig. And myself, the web editor. I play video games. So it’s us three and we’re going along like that old educational point-and-click game, The Oregon Trail, except its more historically accurate because we’re crossing a vast digital plain made up ones and zeros.