In the hothouse the flowers suddenly bloomed, turning full, luscious, and bourgeois as though by sheer will of […]
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Jeff takes him to Rio. A samba starts when they get to the beach, Sugarloaf Mountain sipping a […]
Susana Moreira Marques’s unique and quietly devastating book follows death as it goes about its grim work in […]
I met a fellow French poet a few nights ago, and we quickly fell into sharing our horror […]
“In one’s own Spit, breath, to dwell There & never Return, to dance There until the spot Light […]
“He who has once begun to unfold the fan of memory never comes to the end of its […]
Pick me up These knees, will be the pick-me-up when you fall on them. Knees, that you fell […]
“Say what you want about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it’s an ethos.” – Walter Sobchak, […]
Finally! Multi-national sports equipment manufacturer Reebok has confirmed what I suspected all along: Northern Ireland doesn’t exist. Don’t […]
When I opened the package containing Dao Strom’s We Were Meant to Be a Gentle People (Paperdoll Works, […]
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