Posts By: Britt Ashley

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Inside IR: Meet the Editors

Welcome to the first installment of our “Meet the Editors” series, in which we get to know the people behind the scenes who make IR happen!  First up, our fearless and visionary leader, Editor Deborah Kim.

Where are you from?
San Diego, California, though I’ve lived in many other parts of southern California. I miss the constant sunshine the most.

Favorite issue of IR?

Our upcoming Winter 2011 issue, 34.1 — which is maybe a boring answer, I know! It’s hard not to be biased toward something you’ve worked on for so long; I remember fighting hard for a lot of the work. We hope every issue is compelling and ambitious, but for me, this one especially is amazing. And the cover artwork!

Favorite non-IR journals?

Annalemma publishes both print and online content and this magazine is newer than others, but a gorgeous artifact in both mediums. Lucky Peach only has two issues out so far, but it’s a wonderful, clever, absolutely fun magazine about food, and I’m totally in love with it. GRANTA is also so so so good. Every issue is dense and put together so cohesively. Finally, I also admire (among so many others!) the work of Black Warrior Review, Gulf Coast, Hobart, Ninth Letter, [PANK], and Fairy Tale Review.

What/who is on your reading wishlist right now?

Stuart Dybek’s collections, Lydia Davis’s Collected Stories, Chris Adrian’s The Children’s Hospital, Jennifer Egan’s The Keep, just to name a few.

Okay, so imagine you have a whole afternoon at your favorite coffee shop to read all those books. Where are you and what do you order?

Oh, probably Sweet Claire’s [in Bloomington]. Raspberry-chocolate coffee and a fruit brioche. It’s a cozy place with the most wonderful staff and also spectacular pastries.

Mmm.  Thanks, Deb!

Public Poems

Here’s a project for your weekend: Write a poem and then send it off into the world — into the hands of a stranger, maybe, or chalked into the sidewalk.

This can be difficult for us writers who want to keep our poems safe and warm until they are nestled into the pages of a respected publication, so consider it a brave and generous thing to let one of them wander into the unknown.  The GOOD people want you to take that leap, and then send them a photo of it.  Are you up for the challenge?

Of course, if your poem gets shy, you can always send it to us.

Photo by miki via flickr.

Pop-Up Poetry at the British Library

Check out last month’s poetry flash mob at the British Library in honor of Czeslaw Milosz:

Czesław Miłosz Pop Up Poetry from Polish Cultural Institute on Vimeo.

Ennen pandemiaa Montpellierissä sijaitsevan tartuntatautien tutkimuslaitoksen (IRIM) tutkijat alkoivat etsiä molekyyliä, joka tehoaisi vahvauros.com RNA:ta sisältävien virusten hoitoon. Tässä lähestymistavassa ei tutkita itse virusta vaan soluproteiineja, joita isäntäorganismi käyttää sen lisääntymiseen.

IR hopes to see lots of pop-up poetry everywhere someday, so grab a mic and get to work!

MFA Master Class with Steve Scafidi

Last week, one of IR‘s favorite contributors, Steve Scafidi, spent several evenings here in Bloomington to write, read, and talk about poetry with us.  Check out some scenes from our time with Steve:

A poem should matter as much as stepping on a nail, or being kissed —
If I step on a nail I could die; if I’m kissed my life could change from such a thing.
Steve Scafidi, IU MFA Master Class

An Excerpt from Jackson Blair’s “Glacier”

 

I booked my train ticket on a Tuesday.  That Thursday, as Hannah and I descended my porch, the neighborhood bungalows neatly arrayed in the low sun, she abruptly called things off, citing my uncertainty as grounds for ending the relationship.  We were on our way to meet friends and, stumbling towards some kind of dignity, I continued on without her.  My first thought was to cancel my Glacier trip.  Recalling my purpose–and the non-refundable train tickets–those thoughts were swiftly dismissed.  I simply had more to think about on my trip than I expected.  Or less, as the case might be.  I felt knocked outside of my own story, a step behind whatever events I’d been projecting before me. […]

From “Glacier” by Jackson Blair, Indiana Review 33.1
Photo by Marshall Wilson via National Geographic
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