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“This Lviv”
“Your memories of the Holocaust, did they produce any true anguish in me at the time, or did I feel they were sad fossils imprinted in bygone air? Yet those memories give rise to the rough gnarls in me that hurt my gut.”
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“At The Dakota”
“So I stripped a lot of paint — and later, upon becoming a principal in the firm and eventually the president (a title which simply indicated that I did everything myself), I restored a number of the larger apartments in the building to their former 19th-century glory.”
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from How To Steal A Culture
“Don’t go to her house. Don’t visit her neighborhood. You can’t be around too many black people at once — you should hit just the right note of not racist, slightly ignorant.”
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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.”