I wrote a behemoth on Frost for @PoetryFound: "He understands as much the mud-soft spaces in the human heart, wet at the firm touch of a workman’s boot, as he does the impenetrable darkness that sits between the stars and mocks people like a mongrel maw." https://t.co/zyBgnCERnP

"A BODY IS NOT AN IDENTITY" I wrote about Body Horror for Lit Hub:

What does horror need? According to @ThePhthailer, it’s humor: “Laughing villains act as tricksters and jesters who mock us by holding a mirror up to society.” https://t.co/bl5Sqdgo44

I wrote about horror and humor for @lithub, continuing my Halloween horror essays for the 9th year in a row. "When we laugh, the body admits what the brain cannot." https://t.co/16yR7uEdSl

I wrote about Megalopolis as World War III's Showgirls:

.@ThePhthailer on why Francis Ford Coppola’s Megalopolis is a new generation’s Showgirls. https://t.co/olI94FCcZt

I wrote about Megalopolis as World War III's Showgirls:

"For a poem about the brevity of every state of being, the single octave perfectly enacts its themes through its form." —Tyler Malone in our new poem guide, "Felix Culpa-bility: Robert Frost’s 'Nothing Gold Can Stay'"

Ezra Pound's "Canto I": still one of the few flawless openings in English poetry. A perfect marriage of sound and sense and sensibility. Dramatic and narratively gripping, too.

Since we've now entered upon the cruelest month, I have to plug this @PoetryFound poem guide to "The Waste Land" by the estimable @ThePhthailer. "What is this chaos of impressions we are privy to? Wherefore such madness?"

"Poets—certainly the Modernists, but, also, *all* poets—are the monarchs of desert lands, with fragments shored against their ruins. Poets build their poetry not only from all they have done but also from all they have read." —Tyler Malone (@ThePhthailer)

Source: this wonderful long essay on Robert Frost

For @thenation, I wrote about Mathias Énard's THE ANNUAL BANQUET OF THE GRAVEDIGGERS' GUILD.

For @nytimes, I wrote about Vladimir Sorokin’s BLUE LARD.

I wrote a behemoth on Frost for @PoetryFound: "He understands as much the mud-soft spaces in the human heart, wet at the firm touch of a workman’s boot, as he does the impenetrable darkness that sits between the stars and mocks people like a mongrel maw." https://t.co/zyBgnCERnP

Robert Frost was both authentic Yankee sage and contrived farmer-poser, Romantic and Modernist, believer and skeptic, innovator and nostalgist, liberal and conservative, stoic and humorist, demystifier and remystifier of an unruly universe. —@ThePhthailer https://t.co/h4kT7VvndV

I wrote about Dante Gabriel Rossetti for the January issue @firstthingsmag: "What nature was for Wordsworth, the beloved's face was for Rossetti: magic mirror, longed-for landscape, book of revelation. The ultimate object of contemplation, inexhaustible."

"Those who read Frost's poetry deeply enough to see through the caricature ... begin to see him as both authentic Yankee sage and contrived farmer-poser ... as demystifier and remystifier of an unruly universe, whose design—if there is one—seems dark, muddled, and mysterious."

This is @ThePhthailer's magnum opus: nearly 12K words on Robert Frost. "Those who read Frost’s poetry deeply enough to see through the caricature of the simple farmer-poet espousing country wisdom see his dualities and contradictions emerge."

Big thanks to @jeremylybarger, one of the best editors around, who helped guide and shape this essay over many months. And thanks to @paperhaus, another great editor, for whom I wrote a much smaller piece on Frost at the LA Times years ago that started these ideas gestating.