The American Poetry Review, vol. 11, nos 2 & 4 (March/April 1982, July/August 1982)
Sulfur 4, vol. 2, no. 1 (1982)
Antaeus, no. 47 (Autumn 1982)
The Manhattan Review, vol. 2, no. 2 (Summer 1982)
The Sewanee Review, vol. 90, no. 3 (Summer 1982)
Chicago Review, vol. 33, no. 1 (Summer 1981)
The Kenyon Review, vol. 4, no. 3 (Summer 1982)

A POETRY tabloid. That is how The American Poetry Review first strikes the reader, with its newspaper format and the photographs of poets it usually includes alongside their poems. In these two editions, the photographs are mostly of delectable young ladies, or of men trying with the aid of caps, cowboy hats, jeans, open-necked shirts, sunglasses, beards and other props to establish a proper poetic distance from the average WASP male: nobody wants to look like Wallace Stevens. None of them want to sound like Stevens either-or, for that matter, like William Carlos Williams, Robert Frost, Robert Lowell, Allen Ginsberg or even John Ashbery (though there are inevitably traces, echoes). Already, we realise, American poetry has a long, a ponderous tradition-or mixture of traditions-behind it; its gods are dead, or ageing; so many revolts are now styles. But more Americans, it seems, are writing poetry than ever before; teaching people to write it is an academic industry (and gives poets visible means of support), as the numerous advertisements for 'Master of Fine Arts' degrees in The American Poetry Review attest; ...