Alice Hoffman has apologized, but the fact that she tweeted angrily and made public the reviewer’s EMAIL AND PHONE NUMBER  is beyond weird.

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Ange Mlinko has had it up to here with all the Frederick Seidel-worship.

The stacked rhymes and deadpan singsong rhythms have nothing in common with Ezra Pound’s Cantos, for instance, which Seidel cites as a formative influence. Pound’s metrical range was matched by his emotional range; Seidel has one rhythmic brand (and I use the word advisedly) for all emotional registers. You simply can’t say that of Baudelaire, or Dante. Both Flowers of Evil and the Inferno are exquisitely beautiful works. No matter how bleak or violent, they don’t hurt your ears musically. Yet Seidel’s champions consistently and disingenuously transform his aesthetic weaknesses into virtues.

RB @5cense.com Tonight (7/1, 7:30) at Abilene’s Bar in Brooklyn, Andrew Zornoza will be launching his new novel, “Where I Stay,” from which this excerpt was from. ** Wish I lived in NYC. If you do, please go support Andrew, Tarpaulin Sky, and the incredible book.

Gene Morgan Here. If you act now, you can still take advantage of Stephen Elliott’s Adderall Diaries Lending Library. For the low introductory price of “free” (plus S&H), you too can be a part of the book-to-face action.

A new issue of Front Porch is live. Check out (from the front page) ” fiction by Katherine Conner and Aaron Gilbreath; poetry by Rachel Contreni Flynn, Brian Foley and Laura M. Dixon; nonfiction by Karen Eileen Sikola and Elaine Chiew; videos of Rosemarie Waldrop, John Dufresne, and Marjorie Perloff; and more!”