By Arthur Vogelsang

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• "Extinct," a new poem by Arthur Vogelsang appears in the fall 2014 issue of Poetry.
• A poem by Arthur Vogelsang appears in Plume Poetry
• Reviewed in Poetry International
• A poem by Arthur Vogelsang appears in Evergreen Review
• A review by Barbara Berman at TheRumpus.net
• An interview with Arthur Vogelsang and review of Expedition was featured on Yaakov Murchadha's blog
• #4 on SPD's Poetry Best Sellers List for February
• A review of Expedition was featured on the February Small Press Bookwatch
• Verse Daily feature of Expedition and Arthur Vogelsang

"We have in Vogelsang a poet furious with history but attempting a mad escape. It’s a swollen poetry, maximal at the least and packed with his rare rage. Sexual, sizzling really, and full of indestructible stories of fragility. Local as Pop art, it has international shadows—demotic, properly tilted, and glowing. The stories are ardent; the double binds are musical. The museums in his poetry are perturbed or disturbed spaces, and the language of surveillance and trembling is upon us: the poetics of a panicked or manic Kafka."

- David Shapiro

". . . generated by energetic, unconventional inquiry into all manner of human experience . . . . the sweeping, ironically interrogative aspect of the poems . . . the authoritative, oddly direct original persona . . . . These are dreamlike yet wide awake poems, and they are vulnerable, despite their big-time bravado.  They are doors, opening onto new vistas."      

- Carol Muske-Dukes, The Los Angeles Times

 "What I love most about Vogelsang is his mind, prophetic, wild, loony; and his language, rapturous and ironic.  The two work together, indeed they are one—the mind, the language.  This is true of much poetry, but it is steadily true of Vogelsang, who is the purest poet I know.  I have a feeling (a thought?) that Vogelsang is stretched out over a boiling globe, that he’s trying to enact some control over the chaos he lives in, we live in, that he reflects that chaos in his poems, that he enacts (rather than re-enacts) that chaos, which sometimes seems like the true madness, even the true horror, of existence.  He has reached a new level of lyric elegance and has become an absolute master at what he does."

 - Gerald Stern, The Iowa Review

About the Author 

Arthur Vogelsang was born in Baltimore and has lived there and in New York City, Iowa City, Wichita, Philadelphia, Paris, Las Vegas, and Los Angeles, places he has been employed variously as a teacher (University of Redlands, University of Southern California, University of Nevada, the Kansas Arts Commission, University of Iowa) and as an editor (The American Poetry Review, 1973 – 2006).  He appears frequently in anthologies such as The Best American Poetry (Scribners), The Pushcart Prize, The New Breadloaf Anthology of Contemporary Poetry, and American Hybrid (W.W. Norton & Co.), and is the recipient of the Juniper Prize, a California Arts Council fellowship, and three National Endowment for the Arts fellowships in poetry. www.arthurvogelsang.com