HERE COMES THE MAN They meet with darkness in the daytime, and grope in the noonday as in […]
Category Archive: essay[s]
“But with each return, when he tried to resolve the image, he obtained only a clearer perception of […]
1. I spend my time thinking about voice, of a distinctly literary kind. How it travels, how it […]
What does anybody know about Irmgard Keun? Failed actress, encouraged by Alfred Döblin to write. A darling of […]
A Thursday night like any other. My eyes are tired but no more so than usual. I brush […]
Every century produces its monuments to exhaustion. The modern and postmodern twentieth century had Ulysses and Finnegans Wake, […]
In 1998, I watched Mark Calaway hurl Mick Foley from the roof of a 16-foot-high cage. It was […]
I live in possession of the feeling that a great, soft rain is just beyond my reach. Growing […]
(On a Marxist poet, the Indian New Wave, biography, space, time and the ghosts of knowledge) (Ranbir Kaleka, […]
It was the woolgathering, of course, the preoccupation with non-human things, the interest in the wrong place… What […]
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