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Sunday, 16 March 2014
Linda Besner Down South
Friday, 8 February 2013
Look No Further
Rob Winger celebrates Linda Besner's first book, The Id Kid, for "displaying a wry maturity and aesthetic self-awareness most debut poets can only dream of":
"If you’re seeking 'a tiger rodeo,' 'de futuro ducks,' or 'stonehenge for black flies,' you’ll find them here. If you’re looking for intertextual nuance and terrible puns, they’re here, too. And if you’re seeking resolution for the supposed conflicts between high and low, base and superstructure, petty and profound, look no further."
Wednesday, 25 July 2012
Wunderkind

Danielle Janess praises Linda Besner's The Id Kid for, among other things, it's "mindbending boobytraps."
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Holiday Recommendation, Ctd

Friday, 27 May 2011
The "It" Kid

Monday, 9 May 2011
Besner

I also found this fun video -- courtesy of the reliably entertaining blog How Pedestrian -- featuring Linda reading her poem "Moonlight on Komatsu Extractor."
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Tomfoolery

"When I find those unintentional language slips I enjoy creating something intentional around them. Like putting something that is broken back together with the half it didn’t know it had."
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Signal Poet Gets TV Show!

Friday, 8 April 2011
Sunday, 3 April 2011
Sunday Poem

WATER GLASS
Sure fooled me.
Had me right up
to the tinselly scraping
when I downed
the last mouthful
and the ice cube turned
out to be glass.
Arrowhead.
Shark's fin.
Lifting it out
nearly cost me a finger
never mind
the carnage it
could've caused
in the throat.
Awe around the table
as if I'd gone
inadvertent skydiving
or breezed through
a tiger rodeo just while
sipping, squeezing in
a lime. See
how the trick is turned.
Thrilling to be fooled so,
like when I went to check
the time in Paris
and a thief's hummingbird
caress left me gaping
at my naked wrist.
That was a touch
I never felt, but this time
I'm suffered to see
how I'm spared.
Everyone wanted to touch it, tap,
test their fingers on the edge.
Makes you want
to try your luck again,
the way a carnival bohunkus
gawps at the stage;
then jets his hand
in the air with ballooning
faith. Me, me,
pick me, mister.
Saw me in half.
I believe.
From The Id Kid by Linda Besner, which will be launched April 17, 2010.
Sunday, 27 March 2011
The Reason Artists Jump Out the Window

Kevin Spenst interviews Signal Editions poet Linda Besner on the subject of revision.
The thing about revision for me is that it’s at this stage that you struggle most mightily to make a poem into something it’s not. And then you have to decide what else it is, and whether you can still feel—if not the same way about it, then feel something for it. I just finished Salvatore Scibona’s novel The End, and there’s a line in it I loved: "Disappointment was the result of an idea’s attempt to miscegenate with the visible world." The poem in my mind and the poem on the page are never quite the same poem, and it’s always painful to accept that.
Read the rest here. Linda's debut, The Id Kid, is ready to drop next month.