Author Archives: Mark Kerstetter

54 Ice Crystals

Learn to accept a thing before it is named, they say, since the act of naming curtails the potential of process without end It will neither dress me nor reveal me If the sentence you’re on breaks in half It’s … Continue reading

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Conrad Aiken and the Anthropological Machine

Linnaeus’s genius consists not so much in the resoluteness with which he places man among the primates as in the irony with which he does not record—as he does with the other species—any specific identifying characteristic next to the generic … Continue reading

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Thorn Ladder

Blood rose your body the earth line scorched barbed too within it I’m caught if you can’t move I’m stuck post-human you and I wedded beyond mystery on the cusp caught or idled in line on the line to be … Continue reading

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Conrad Aiken and the struggle of consciousness

even one’s newness is old —Conrad Aiken   One of the first things that comes up in a google search of the name “Conrad Aiken” (right next to we found Conrad Aiken) is a review of his Selected Poems in … Continue reading

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In the Chemo Room

We who are turned away from the star —Blanchot There’s no one here like the girl in Tarkovsky’s Stalker, left awake in the clear morning after night’s watch. Here, today, everyone is old, floating on feeble cheerfulness, the relief or … Continue reading

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All Roads at Once with Alfred Corn

I usually seek out the books I want, primarily through online shopping. Those books, along with articles and social media connections, suggest other books. But every once in a while a book finds me. Alfred Corn’s first book of poems, … Continue reading

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Yahia Lababidi’s Balancing Acts

The poems of Yahia Lababidi recall some great names: Borges, Pessoa, and Baudelaire. The spirit of Baudelaire looms large in the poems of Balancing Acts. But I think of visual artists too. Striking, novel images are conjured, mysterious and dreamlike, … Continue reading

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