Bullet in the Head – Frederick Seidel’s Nice Weather

Last summer was filled with the poetry of Terrance Hayes and notably with his Friday: Poem. Like the outrageous conceits of Donne’s The Flea, it’s hard not to fall in love with Hayes’ fabulous erection: ‘There is no escaping / Spring’s drug. A young man will take the escalator / to the scalp of a ten-story buildingContinue reading “Bullet in the Head – Frederick Seidel’s Nice Weather”