Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

A Poem About Kebab

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is this your moaning dog, sorry, no pets, is this your bag, your children, is this your weakness, your hunger,…

Literature In The Land Of The Inherently Cute

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(Practically) all political writing engages in representation and a form of adjudication—i.e. “picking a side”. Classic social realist writing of…

On The Urgent Necessity Of Banning Poets

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Plato, in The Republic, wished to ban all poets. He felt their work was neither ethical, philosophical nor pragmatic—that poetry…

The Art Of Any Impact

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The most important thing to keep in mind during a fistfight (or while writing a poem) isn’t what to do…

May Oral Gnarr Annualise?

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Municipal decree stardate 01012021-001 — January 1st, 2021. State anarchosurreo- separatist municipality of central Laugavegur and the united TGIFs of…

This Is Your Brain On Crack Cocaine

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Each year, for about eight weeks, Icelandic book culture loses its cool and turns into a crazed media circus. When…

So Is The Wasteland

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Oh, alright, I’ll admit it: I don’t understand most poetry. It baffles me. I read it, shaking my head and…

Future Perfect Poetry

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When this text is eventually published the world will know who received the 2010 Nobel Prize for Literature. It will…

Quiet, You Ignorant Booby!

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Anything an author does (or says) is viable to be used as evidence against (or for) her (or him). Their…

Making Perfect Sense

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Poetry is the art of the illogical, or even anti-intellectual, performed with the tools of logic and intellectual zealotry: language….

Experimentalism is a Humanism

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A few days ago (the rather awful) writer’s magazine Writer’s Digest tweeted the following: “Free short story competition to raise…

There´s A New Screen In Town

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So far poetry has proved far more adaptable to a higher-and-higher high-tech world than prose fiction, which clings to the…

Reading The Eddas (With Google Translate)

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Living abroad I regularly get asked about this miraculous language I speak—Icelandic—and if it’s true that we make new words…

Gung Ho

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Hot-shot Chinese businessman, millionaire poet and patron-of-the-arts, Huang Nubo, recently decided to start a fund to promote the cultural relations…

Cotery Poelumn: Pwoermds

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It’s a poetic mouthful—a hard-to-perform sound poem in its own right—“pwoermd”. When you Google it the machine asks if you…

Inscribed Round The Rectum Of A Hollywood Superstar

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The Kindle, the iPad, the Nook, the Cybook Opus, the Sony Reader, the iLiad—and now: Megan Fox’s right flank. We’ve…

The Icelandic Poetry Community

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A reader recently asked, by way of my editor, that I share a few words on the Icelandic poetry community….

Mad Skills

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Recently I read on the news that a man, one Kenny Strasser, had successively duped the producers of numerous TV-programmes…

Left, Right And Centre

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A self-righteous rant One of the greatest conservative projects in poetry is called New Formalism. In short, it supports the…

Cannon Fodder

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I regularly read poetry to Aram, my infant son. He doesn’t “get it,” of course—no matter how I try to…

Segregating the poor

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The Icelandic charity organization Fjölskylduhjálp (Family Aid) helps hundreds of families a month. Fjölskylduhjálp, like its sister organizations Hjálparstofnun Kirkjunnar…

The Barbaric Arts

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The philosopher Theodor Adorno famously stated in 1949 that writing a poem after Auschwitz was barbaric. He proceeded: “And this…

So What, You Gonna Cry Now?

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Most poetry’s pretty fucked up. It tries hard to be hard. Not only hard to understand, but also hard to…

The Death Of A Poem

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Poetry is a culture heavily impregnated with the idolisation of poets. Popular knowledge of poetry stops where the anecdotes about…

Poetry and Prose

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The difference between poetry and prose? Poetry sings, prose talks. Poetry dances, prose walks. Poetry’s fewer words with more (“deeper”)…