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Joshua Clover

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Born on December 30, 1962, in California, Joshua Clover received his BA in English literature from Boston University and his MFA from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. He is the author of three books of poems: Red Epic (Commune Editions, 2015), The Totality for Kids (University of California Press, 2006), and Madonna anno domini (Louisiana State University Press, 1997), which was chosen by Jorie Graham to receive the 1996 Walt Whitman Award.

About The Totality for Kids, Judith Butler writes: “In this brilliant volume, the fragmented world of a late and lost modernity has its own moving and lucid affect, its forms of aliveness. We encounter here an enormous clarity of language in the service of a poetics that brilliantly queries our historical moment in and as form.”

He is the recipient of two Pushcart Prizes, the University of Iowa’s James Michener/Paul Engle Fellowship, and a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship.

Clover is also a widely published critic and journalist; he’s written for publications such as Film Quarterly, The Nation, The New York Times Sunday Book Review, and the Village Voice. His most recent book of cultural theory is Of Riot (Verso, 2016). His contribution to the Modern Classics series for the British Film Institute, The Matrix, was published in 2005. He is also the author of 1989: Bob Dylan Didn’t Have This to Sing About (University of California Press, 2009).

Clover is a professor of English literature and critical theory at the University of California, Davis.

Selected Bibliography


Red Epic (Commune Editions, 2015)
The Totality for Kids (University of California Press, 2006)
Madonna anno domini (1997)

by this poet

We moved into a house with 6 rooms: the Bedroom,
the Map Room, the Vegas Room, Cities
in the Flood Plains, the West, & the Room Which Contains All
of Mexico.  We honeymooned in the Vegas Room where
lounge acts wasted our precious time.  Then there was the junta's
high command, sick dogs of the Map Room, heel

Music: Sexual misery is wearing you out.

Music: Known as the Philosopher’s Stair for the world-weariness which climbing it inspires. One gets nowhere with it.

Paris: St-Sulpice in shrouds.

Paris: You’re falling into disrepair, Eiffel Tower this means you! Swathed in gold paint, Enguerrand Quarton