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Matthew Dickman – Four Switches

1. VENT I can feel the Christ inside me with his side cut open so he can breathe like a fish like someone who has been choking on a small bone, maybe a tiny part of another animal’s vertebrae, when … Continue reading

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Matthew Dickman reads from ‘Mayakovsky’s Revolver’

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Matthew Dickman – Getting it Right

  Getting it Right Your ankles make me want to party, want to sit and beg and roll over under a pair of riding boots with your ankles hidden inside, sweating beneath the black tooled leather; they make me wish … Continue reading

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The Poetry That Matters Most: On Matthew Dickman’s Mayakovsky’s Revolver

I’m almost done reading through Matthew Dickman’s newest book of poems, Mayakovsky’s Revolver (Norton 2012).  I’m in the thick of my first semester as a Master’s student and I’m swamped with language, so I’m taking it slow.  I think you … Continue reading

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Matthew Dickman – Field

I’m standing in the field trying to figure out if there was a difference for my older brother, the first time he cut himself, between his body as the beginning of a long, drawn out, war and his body as … Continue reading

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How a Poem Happens: Interview with Matthew Dickman

You all know I’m a big fan of the Dickman brothers, Matthew in particular.  I stumbled across this interview he gave for How a Poem Happens and I thought it was worth sharing.  As a poet (it still feels weird … Continue reading

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Matthew Dickman – The Mysterious Human Heart

The Mysterious Human Heart The produce in New York is really just produce, oranges and cabbage, celery and beets, pomegranates with their hundred seeds, carrots and honey, walnuts and thirteen varieties of apples. On Monday morning I will walk down … Continue reading

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