Atwood, Margaret 1976
The Poetry Center at the Museum of Contemporary Art
Made with blood, with coloured
dirt, with smoke, not meant
to be seen but to remain
there hidden, potent
in the dark…
– Margaret Atwood, “For Archeologists”
Read this interview with Margaret Atwood from the Paris Review:
The Art of Fiction No. 121
The manuscript of “Frogless,” a poem that appears in this issue, by Margaret Atwood. Ms. Atwood wrote the poem on an SAS Hotel’s bedside notepad while she was in Gothenburg, Sweden last September for the Nordic Book Fair. “I’ve written quite a lot under those…
In the burned house I am eating breakfast.
You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,
yet here I am.
– Margaret Atwood, “Morning in the Burned House”
Watch Margaret Atwood discuss writing for PEN America:
Dialogue Series: Margaret Atwood on the Writers’ Mind and the Digital Otherworld
With Margaret Atwood and Amy Grace Loyd What does it mean to write with the Web? How does our constant access to information and ideas affect the landscape of imagination? What are the ramifications on the craft?