Joshua Weiner is an American poet.
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He graduated from the University of California, Berkeley, taught at the Writing Program at the Provincetown Fine Arts Work Center, and at Northwestern University.
He lives in Washington, D.C.,[1] and teaches at University of Maryland, College Park.[2]
He work has appeared in Best American Poetry, the Nation,[3] the American Scholar, New York Review of Books,[4] Chicago Tribune, Threepenny Review, TriQuarterly, Chicago Review, Boston Review, Yale Review, Slate.
I've always been impressed by Joshua Weiner's formal intelligence and his sure knowledge of how to make a poem. He's learned as much from Mina Loy, Robert Duncan, and Tom McGrath as he has from Thom Gunn, Thomas Hardy, and George Herbert. His poems are open to many different kinds of aesthetic approaches, including those of jazz and the blues. Like the modernists, he's embraced the past, but unlike some of them, he's alert to the formal possibilities lurking in popular culture. Among the squares, he is hip; among the hip, he is wary. So watch out. His poems are tonal land mines.[5]