Carl Phillips

Sep 10, 2024 | poets.org | Carl Phillips |Ross Gay |Stuart Kestenbaum |Lars H Gustafsson

Carl Phillips’ most recent books are Then the War: And Selected Poems, 2007–2020 (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2022), winner of the 2023 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, and My Trade Is Mystery: Seven Meditations from a Life in Writing (Yale University Press, 2022).

Jul 19, 2024 | washingtonpost.com | Carl Phillips

Adrienne Rich, Allen Ginsberg and Robert Hayden were among those whose work captured the richness and variety of American life9 minSorry, a summary is not available for this article at this time. Please try again later. Illustration by José L. Soto/The Washington Post; Everett/Shutterstock; Chuck Knoblock/Associated Press; Joe Migon/Associated Press; Associated Press; iStock (Illustration by José L.

Feb 26, 2024 | audiofilemagazine.com | Carl Phillips

In much of the best contemporary poetry, beauty of thought is at least as important as beauty of language. Carl Phillips, here reading his own Pulitzer Prize-winning collection, has an ample supply of both, but it is the thinking behind each poem that makes it possible for the language to have power. Nature--in particular, horses--shows up in many of the poems, but what moves the listener is the connection between nature and humanity.

Aug 22, 2023 | pshares.org | Carl Phillips |James Carroll |David Baker |Mary Jo Bang

The Spring 2003 issue of Ploughshares, guest-edited by Carl Phillips. Ploughshares, a journal of new writing, is guest-edited serially by prominent writers who explore different personal visions, aesthetics, and literary circles.

Apr 7, 2023 | poets.org | Carl Phillips |Camille Rankine |Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz |Sharon Dolin

What have I To say in my wrong tongue Of what is gone To know something is Lost but what You have forgotten what You long forgot If I am What survives I am here but I am not Much of anything at all To be what’s left And all the rest scooped out And dropped into the sea My flesh Forming a knot on itself is a habit Learned from whom A mind reaching back Into the dark a body releasing itself Backward into space a faith I have no prayer in which to keep Am I home or merely caught Between two...