Category: Blog Post

  • I Don’t Read Aloud: An Excerpted Interview with Lydia Davis

    I Don’t Read Aloud: An Excerpted Interview with Lydia Davis

    By Kukuwa Ashun and Edyn Getz Purchase College welcomed MacArthur Fellowship Award winner Lydia Davis to campus on Thursday, September 24th. Before hosting a public reading and campus wide Q&A, Professor Okasi’s Editing & Production class had the opportunity to sit down and interview the author. She answered questions about the intimate literary world, her…

  • Female Representation in YA Literature

    Female Representation in YA Literature

    By Maggie McEvoy Young women are a driving force of the market, especially when it concerns Young Adult (YA) literature. When I think of YA literature, images of screaming fan-girls, Katniss Everdeen with her bow pulled taut, and Barnes & Nobel shelves filled with bright pink binding come to mind. When girls—especially teenage girls—love something,…

  • The Power of Image in Photography and Poetry

    The Power of Image in Photography and Poetry

    By Danielle McCormack Photography has been a continuous influence in my life. At a young age I would follow my mother around as she would take photographs of family occasions and weddings. Nowadays, everyone with an Instagram account and a smartphone considers themselves a photographer, but when I was twelve and first exploring the art…

  • Chasing the Muse (Without a Chaser?)

    Chasing the Muse (Without a Chaser?)

    By Kevin Domanski The link between writing and drinking is a tradition that has spanned centuries. Most writers are well aware of the tales of Hemingway drinking his way from Havana to Paris, Carver and Cheever spending more time at The Mill Bar than teaching at Iowa, Bukowski stumbling into and through readings; I could…

  • The Intersection of Rap and Poetry

    The Intersection of Rap and Poetry

    By James Siegel When asked about the biggest influences on my poetry, a few names spring to mind: Hart Crane, Berrymen, Dickinson, Stevens. But that response feels academic, the expected answer rather than the true one. That’s not to say that they did not actually influence my work, because they certainly did. It’s just that…

  • Young Adult Literature’s Race Problem

    By Ajani Bazile-Dutes Daniel Handler, a.k.a. Lemony Snicket, the author of the extremely popular novels, “A Series of Unfortunate Events,” hosted the National Book Awards last year on November 19th 2014. At the awards ceremony, he announced that Jacqueline Woodson had won in the category for young adult literature for her book, Brown Girl Dreaming,…

  • Summer Reading: Slowly & Scarcely

    Summer Reading: Slowly & Scarcely

    By Christopher Stewart Children all across America thrive in the summer time. It is a three-month break from classes, teachers, cafeterias, but not reading. Year after year American students save their assigned reading till the very last minute and proceed to exchange essays and SparkNote links before the first day of school, resulting in a…

  • In Defense of Young Artists

    In Defense of Young Artists

    By Carly Fowler Everyone has to start somewhere, yet there is a certain disdain for young creators. We turn our noses up at the first attempts made by anyone still in their twenties or younger. Reviews often read, “Amateurish,” or “Juvenile,” without ever explaining what makes the content deserving of such harsh criticism other than…

  • Prelude to Bruise

    Prelude to Bruise

    By Whisper Blanchard “If I ever strangled sparrows/it was only because I dreamed/of better songs.” Consider this line as an introduction into the work of Saeed Jones, a young poet who has recently published his debut collection, Prelude to Bruise, which was picked up by Coffee House Press and put on shelves in September of…

  • On Writing, On Observing, On Anxiety

    On Writing, On Observing, On Anxiety

    By Riley Dixon In attempting quite fervently to ‘idle,’ I learned that I am almost incapable of remaining in a completely idle state. There is a buzzing inside and out that I cannot seem to shake unless I am totally at peace. I seem to have falsely convinced myself that a moment at rest is…