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“Art of Revision / Act of War”
“A Russian colleague took me to a restaurant with Soviet decor and menu. He entertained me with stories from his Soviet past. A show for the visiting American.”
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“One Word Makes A World”
“ ‘Every word matters’ goes the truism, which ought to prove true with the greatest poems (or at least the greatest lyric poems); but does it, if put to the test? … I’m thinking about writing in which one word releases an entirely new way of reading it, otherwise unavailable.”
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“The Novella: Some Thoughts About the Uncanny Genre”
“When we’ve finished reading a novella, we may be left a bit bereft, even bewildered. Yet if the novella were any longer, the plot might lose the ambiguity, the stroke of irrationality, the heightened state of tension that novellas make possible.”
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“Washington, DC” and “Mars”
“Although today they aren’t as central to his legacy, Noguchi sculpted many heads. In the early years, they made up the greater part of his practice.”
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Uncanny Pretending: on Keith Kopka’s Count Four
“He makes us ‘test’ not only ‘the materiality of the phenomena,’ as Freud writes, but also the morality of it … where — especially for a privileged white man — beauty and mastery are not the product of repressed, animated atrocity.”
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“Going to the Mall”
“The mall felt like a place where dreams came true. The mall promised new shoes for school each year, a new toy if I was ‘good.’ The mall was a place where I could have ice cream at 2:00 pm …”
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“The Hours, Passing”
“Always, even when so ill with depression that I could hardly lift my head, I have looked for what shines around me — a ditch of spring rain in Oregon, filled with the light of reflected stars and hundreds of new frogs singing …”
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“On Weeping”
“On a November day just after Thanksgiving, a year before a virus arrived to change the world, I noticed a very young grandson’s boot in a dark corner of our dining room, where he must have kicked it off.”
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from The Murders of Moisés Ville: The Rise and Fall of the Jerusalem of South America
“In its issue from December 9, 1894, the newspaper Ha-Tzfira noted that the collection of books being brought by Reuben Sinay had increased to 120 pudi. The ‘pood’ is a Russian unit of mass, and converting this gives us an incredible figure of two metric tons.”
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“The ‘A’ In Abortion”
“They ask if we want to look at him, and my then-husband leaves the recovery area for the neonatal ICU located somewhere else in the hospital, but I say no. When he returns, I ask him to describe what he saw …”
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“Guesting”
“I didn’t know then and don’t know now if the notion of cost/exchange brought me closer to the woman who made you possible. Or to you, even while our bodies were like braided dough in your bed on the floor …”
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“Kostis Palamas Does Not Attend His Own Funeral”
“And Kostis Palamas drifts, then sits on a hill. A hill of trees. Reciting his poems against the Occupation — certain salve of Greece that is its history and its disease.”
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“’Then was the fear a little quieted’: at the reading last night”
“Ralph read some poems about bears because he saw Hayden Carruth read, & Hayden said, ‘Wouldn’t it be great to write nothing at all except poems about bears?’ & so Ralph wrote ‘a garland of bears.’ & some of those poems were about Hayden …”
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“The Acid of the Bath”: on Kate Zambreno’s To Write As If Already Dead and Hervé Guibert’s The Mausoleum of Lovers: Journals 1976-1991
“When Guibert is diagnosed with AIDS, Zambreno describes his response as ‘the calm of the hypochondriac who has been preparing for calamity his whole life,’ but one could also read it as the punishment a queer artist raised in heteronormative Catholicism had come to expect in return for venal sin.”
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on “Poems Not Written” — a recurring feature On The Seawall
“We have to be okay with letting our writing rest. My friend reminds me that if poetry makes nothing happen, as Auden said, not-writing poetry has quite the opposite effect.”