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“I bit down on what remained
of his indifferent owner, the pinworms
and botflies abundant that June, the clover
he preferred and the little sour apples
that fell from the neighbor’s unpruned tree.”
—Mark Wunderlich, “Eating the Horse”
For those who seek to understand Shakespeare’s life, “they want, as he did, to create vivid invented worlds that shed light on the often-mystifying real one in which we are all consigned to live,” writes @thehighsign.bsky.social.
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“I ate that last trailer ride to the auction,
where the horse’s shambling gait had marked him
for his future on my plate. I ate his entire past—
all of it. I ate his sturdy, unloved back.”
From “Eating the Horse” by Mark Wunderlich, TYR’s Poem of the Week:
I wrote something--4000 words' worth of something!--for the Yale Review about Hamnet the book, Hamnet the movie, & the riddle of representing Shakespeare's life on the page & on the screen.
Shakespeare is infamously unknowable—that hasn't stopped biographers and filmmakers from trying. @thehighsign.bsky.social on what Chloé Zhao's HAMNET gets right, where it falls short, and why the gaps might be the point. yalereview.org/article/dana...
David Szalay reflects on the elusive moral terrain of his Booker Prize–winning novel FLESH—and why, from the very beginning, he set out to express things "obliquely, because to express them directly was, in a way, beyond the power of words."
"I wrote an ode
to reticence, my habit
of perfection. The held
and holding word,
its wetting tract is not,
as Hopkins said, renunciation
but a space, I think
for coiled sound to shift."
—Isabel Neal, "Doublet"
We’re delighted to share the latest in our collaboration with @yalereview.bsky.social And, if you prefer your interviews channelled directly into your ear holes, the podcast dropped today too.
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"The only starting point—and this is important—is the physical body, the physicality of existence."
For our latest installment in partnership with Shakespeare and Company, David Szalay on his Booker Prize–winning novel FLESH.
"Under-slumber, buckle
my mouth is.
And was it good,
to be this way and not
be known? It’s like a net.
I wrote it down."
—Isabel Neal, "Doublet"
"I wrote an ode
to reticence, my habit
of perfection. The held
and holding word,
its wetting tract is not,
as Hopkins said, renunciation
but a space, I think
for coiled sound to shift."
From "Doublet" by Isabel Neal, TYR's Poem of the Week:
Come find us at @awpwriter.org this week! Stop by booth 430 for subscription deals, merch, and more. Plus: Jonathan Gleason, winner of the Yale Nonfiction Book Prize, will be signing books on Friday. @yalepress.bsky.social
If you live in Baltimore, or are headed there this week for AWP, stop by the Pratt Street Ale House on Friday evening for drinks with n+1, New Directions, @yalereview.bsky.social, and @dorothyproject.bsky.social!
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I love this poem by Mikko Harvey in @yalereview.bsky.social so much that I copied it by hand into my notebook.
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We are delighted to share that The Yale Review has been named a finalist for the National Magazine Award for General Excellence, Literature, Science and Politics, as well as a finalist for the ASME Award for Fiction! Congratulations to our team and to our brilliant writers.
"I don’t know how far my care goes, and I suffer for it.
Some substance pulls through my heart-shaped heart."
—Sarah Jean Grimm, "Zero Conditional"
“Lawns are reversible. They suffer without care.”
From "Zero Conditional" by Sarah Jean Grimm, TYR's Poem of the Week:
"Black shawls, black kitchens, red faces in Abruzzi,
hams hang from the ceilings in Abruzzi,
tortured to death after a winter in Abruzzi,
he who ate oranges in the snows of Abruzzi."
—Valzhyna Mort, "Winter in Trastevere"
Daniel Lefferts with a great short story in the @yalereview.bsky.social serving up a dose of scathing gay horror — too real, too close !
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"My love, let us read one more book about winter.
First strawberries redden a Roman market
the morning a mad empire bombs waking cities."
From "Winter in Trastevere" by Valzhyna Mort, TYR's Poem of the Week:
An excellent, funny, and winningly bleak and nasty short story from Daniel Lefferts, in @yalereview.bsky.social yalereview.org/article/dani...
“Our lives had no meaning. For a moment I thought maybe we’d reached a place where we could admit this." A short story by Daniel Lefferts, new today on TYR. yalereview.org/article/dani...
We're thrilled to welcome Richie Hofmann and @garthgreenwell.bsky.social to Yale for a day of events next Wednesday! A generative workshop, a tea and informal Q&A, and a reading and conversation. More details: yalereview.org/events
🫐 new poem in the yale review 🫐
"My family’s blueberry farm—it sounded like a setting
in a book, a warm book in which anything could happen
or a cold book in which only one thing must happen."
—Chen Chen, "Tale of the Blueberries"
I can’t hardly stand it this is so light footed and melancholic. All I want to do today is read it. Thank you @chenchenwrites.bsky.social.
"I had fallen in love with the past
tense, wishing I could always speak in it & end
most of my verbs with a firmness that felt
like clarity. But
that was no way to order an iced mocha."
From "Tale of the Blueberries" by Chen Chen, TYR's Poem of the Week:
This Wednesday!
