I’m not sure how to describe Robert Schultz. Poet. Novelist. Photographer. Artist. All of the above.
He’s written one novel, The Madhouse Nudes, the story of an artist who, in painting women, is trying to seem them truly. He’s co-authored an art book, War Memoranda: Photography, Walt Whitman, and Memorials, which also became an exhibition, and We Were Pirates: a Torpedoman’s Pacific War with James Shell . He’s written four poetry collections. His most recent work is Specimens of the Plague Year: notes and art, the “plague year” being 2020, the year of COVID. He’s also helped translate Wonderland: New & Selected Poems by Sarwat Zahra.
What I’ve first turned to is one of his poetry collections, Into the New World (2020). In a word, it’s stunning.
To continue reading, please see me post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Some Tuesday Readings
Don’t Let the Old Man In – Garry Rodgers at Dying Words.
Waiting on Spring – poem by Jerry Barrett at Gerald the Writer.
Among the missing, among the dead: black poetry in America – William Logan at New Criterion.
How an Author Can Prevent Burnout – L.L. Barkat at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Sugaring, poem by Raymond Holden – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern.
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