So, your life. There it is before you – possibly a road, a ribbon, a dotted line, a […]
Category Archive: essay[s]
Writing about Osip Mandelstam right now is difficult for two reasons. The first is that poets whose bodies […]
The Egyptians write, the Lebanese publish and theIraqis read. The Israelis use it to wipe their ass.Manuel Joseph, […]
I’m looking for astonishment, but I’m landing on contradictions. Holding all grocery bags over one arm. The way […]
Passage Brady is an interesting experiment in lying. Like every other arcade in Paris, Brady spills over two […]
from Purple and Dissonance I don’t want to hear it. Don’t want to write it, nor read it. […]
“Unwonted, shimmering, ruthless, the tiger poses man a question more intractable than the ancient enigma of the sphinx, […]
The poetical imagination is one thing, and the biblical imagination, inevitably, something else; side by side, they struggle […]
To Marina Vishmidt, after Sean Bonney The dead. They have a plan. And their plan is simple. It […]
These two words represent something I knew once, for half a second, a brief revelation which I owe […]
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