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Dear Poetry Society Member,
We are delighted to announce that award-winning Irish poet Maurice Riordan is the new Editor of Poetry Review. Maurice will take up the role later in the year, beginning with the autumn issue of the magazine, which will be published in September 2013.
Looking forward to his Editorship of the Review, Maurice said: “It’s a good moment for poetry now the century is gathering pace. I sense a disturbing and creative energy in the air, alongside the vast new reach of our science and technologies. I’d want to plug in to that – and also to re-establish links with what’s happening in poetry elsewhere, initially in North America.”
An experienced poetry editor as well as an acclaimed poet, Maurice has edited numerous anthologies and was Editor of Poetry London from 2005 to 2009. He is currently Professor of Poetry at Sheffield Hallam University.
Riordan’s poetry collections (all published by Faber) include A Word from the Loki (1995), a Poetry Book Society choice and shortlisted for the T.S. Eliot Prize; and Floods (2000), which was shortlisted for the Whitbread Poetry Award. The Holy Land won the 2007 Michael Hartnett Award. A new collection, The Water Stealer, will be published this year.
Guest Editors Moniza Alvi & Esther Morgan are producing the spring issue of the magazine, to be published at the end of March. The summer 2013 issue of Poetry Review will be guest edited by the leading poet, translator and novelist Patrick McGuinness.
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Hudson Hornick said…
Interesante.... What happened to Fiona? I heard she moved on to start her own thing? Any word? Always liked Poetry Review....

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