Campbell McGrath

The acclaimed poet discusses his 100-poem project, getting to know Picasso, and the three poems that appear in this edition of “Fogged Clarity.” More

Picasso (1937)

Campbell McGrath The canvas that yawns against a wall as blank as Guernica. The hand that guides the brush that seeks a form. The name of the town toward which the bombers dove: Guernica. Cattle on green hillsides, sheep in flocks above Guernica. a wall   a city   a ruin   a trope   a painting For the… More

Mao: On The Great Leap Forward (1958)

Campbell McGrath When I announce my intention to swim in Three Great Rivers my secretaries and advisors react with outrage. The water is too dirty, they protest, there is danger from currents, and mud holes, and whirlpools. What in this world is pure, I ask them? What in this world is free of risk? So… More

Picasso (1973)

Campbell McGrath 1. You ask what I truly remember of it—everything and nothing: the cries of peacocks in the Moorish ruins of Málaga, Ménerbes where the owls would swoop down at dusk to carry off the rib-thin village cats, a night in Naples when Stravinsky and I were arrested for pissing in the Galleria, Alfred… More