All the books I read in 2011: go to your local independent bookseller—if such a thing exists in your town—and reserve a copy of Patrick deWitt’s dark, deep, and deadly funny upcoming novel The Sisters Brothers. It’s a western. It’s spare and has existential undercurrents. The narrator is a husky-bodied, quiet-talking killer. It’ll be out in May.

My new favorite movie reviews: Poets on Film

An exciting new monthly online journal of poetics founded by Joshua Marie Wilkinson: Evening Will Come. Debut month features an excellent long new work by C.D. Wright.

Apparently the original Space Jam website still exists.  Are there other “vintage websites” still around like this?  I’d be interested in browsing them.

You are writing in a period more than twenty years after the death / of / Donald / Barthelme. Act like it.

At 3:AM, 8 poems and an interview with the great Aase Berg.

Insightful read of Wallace’s philosophical concerns, passions. James Ryerson: Thank you.

Are there any books you really wish you hadn’t read, and not necessarily because you thought they were bad, but because they altered or opened or predicted or made bad practice or negated something in you in a way you maybe wish you could go back from or forget?

Is it “Gene Simmons’ tongue” or “Gene Simmons’s tongue”? What about the entire family? “The Simmons’s tongues” or “the Simmons’ tongues”? “The Simmonses’s tongues”? “The Simmonss’s tongues”? The fuck.

Rob MacDonald, poet and editor of Sixth Finch, names his 2010 best books of poetry over at the No Tell Motel blog.

How’d he do?