Reading the new CROWD at the Bookery tonight; some good stuff in it. Moved by Timothy Donnelly's "The New Intelligence"—a brief excerpt:

I love that when I call you on the long drab days practicality

keeps one of us away from the other that I am calling
a person so beautiful to me that she has seen my awkardness
on the actual sidewalk but she still answers anyway.

I say that when I fell you fell beside me and the concrete
refused to apologize.

That's love, man. It's invigorating simply to hear it described. The magazine generally contains the right mix of names I know (always a factor in browsing journals, probably a comfort factor but also to see the very latest by poets I admire—in this case the names include Peter Gizzi, Matt Rohrer, Elizabeth Robinson, and Tomaz Salamun) and new discoveries. Stefania Heim's "Some Sails" offers "quick indigenous shifts." Travis Nichols fears the "clear human voice." Ron's poet for the day, Lisa Lubasch (whose How Many More of Them Are You I could never quite get into), has a remarkable movement to her cumbersomely titled poem "Drafts from Three Positions, 3 (Maturity Enrich Like a Metrics of Experience)." There's a cartoon from Craig Thompson, author of the great graphic novel Blankets. Laurie Sheck gets Stevensian with "the troubled headland / Of the self" in "Poem." And Matthea Harvey has an interesting looking essay with a great title, "The Rose Is an Estate in Sicily: On Miniaturizaton, Magnification & Vision." I'm going to read it now.