In discussing twentieth century American popular music and its most essential genre, the blues, there have been two main channels for getting into the history, or, as we like to say, the roots, of that tradition.
We recently met at our NYC neighborhood restaurant, Community Food and Juice, to talk about editing, publishing, and the literary passion fostered by Grove Atlantic under the intrepid leadership of its publisher, Morgan Entrekin.
Each of us on a kitchen chair, your typewriter fluent as automatic gunfire,
as you sketched gestures and intonation, dialogue, behavior,
and I with index finger, pecked and brooded,
weighing the sound or color of a word.
—Clark Mills, unpublished poetic memoir
In the summer of 1937, Clark Mil...
Frank Bidart’s collected poems, Half-light, are this year’s selection for the National Book Award for Poetry. This honor is long-deferred; at seventy-eight Bidart has previously been a finalist for the Award once and the Pulitzer three times. His oeuvre includes two of what many critics consider ...
The author’s grandmother, Anne Wunderlick, circa 1968.
My grandmother wore long Mexican dresses every day, had nine children in thirteen years, and could smoke cigarettes with her toes. I love telling people about her, though less so the end of the story: she died of lung cancer. Does the f...