…often poetic forms, even non-rhyming ones, are about end words. I don’t like to think of end words as the point of the line—the break is not more central to the line than the rest of the unit—but there is, yes, something significant about those ultimate words. They need a little more courage, hanging out right at the edge of the void.
—Elisa Gabbert, “Cross-talk,” The New York Times Book Review, Oct. 15, 2023
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3.31.2022
chop chop
This or that critic, as a way of calling a poem basic, often balks at its being “just prose chopped up into lines.” Reader, this statement may sound radical at first, but it couldn’t be more obvious. Poetry is just prose chopped up into lines. I mean this to be final, categorical, and no slight to poetry.
—Elisa Gabbert, “What Poetry Is,” The Word Pretty (Black Ocean, 2018)
—Elisa Gabbert, “What Poetry Is,” The Word Pretty (Black Ocean, 2018)
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