My favorite sonnet is either this one or this
one, both by Millay (who not only wrote the
best sonnets of the 20c.--she wrote most
of the good ones). But on the whole i regard
this form, as i once remarked elsewhere, as
"the cynosure of poetasters". It has driven out
a whole ecosystem of delightful short-poem
forms which are now extinct, much like the
effect the introduction of rabbits had on Aust-
ralia... It's not the form per se that's so bad,
but "sonnetthink": that crown of olive-leaves
invariably assumed by the Sonnet Bard. (Or,
one sets out to write an "anti-sonnet"--what
good is that for a starting point?) Only a little
better is the haiku in English: but reading these
is an experience that mercifully ends in short
order.

Favela chic.

I just this instant made up a new poetry
movement: you use a combination of
spook words & Buffy slang. (It hasn't got a name yet,
but i am open to suggestions. --A possibility:
"Fissionable Quiche." [via the Metafilter discussion])
("Ptecois"?)

Then there's what i like to think of as "Real World
Poetics"... (via Viridian Design)

To cuss in 121 languages.

Alexander Cockburn on the life of Edward Said.