Author Archives: Mark Kerstetter

My Love and the Catfish

Mirror, Crescent and Round Lakes, though little more than decorated retention ponds, made three, and Tampa Bay drew the fourth line: boxed in. Lake dwellers now, we walked block after block seeing everything house-shaped. I wondered, will I ever be … Continue reading

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A Rainbow of Tears: Reading John Ashbery

I’m a regular fountain of tears today

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Jerry Lewis Comes Home

Who will we call on to help us negotiate the tripwires, to summon the courage to trip, for we will, inevitably, over every one and not to dud, please, but to spring back nonplussed, now that you have fallen? Dear … Continue reading

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ee cummings fora $

Why should Cummings’ poetry be a somewhat guilty pleasure for me?

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Nature Is Cruel, Staros

In terms of fashion, the 1977 film Saturday Night Fever is fixed in time and place. Its disco beats, big collar polyester shirts, bellbottoms and platform shoes place it squarely in late 1970’s big-city America. The economic milieu of the … Continue reading

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A Note On John Ashbery and Charles Sanders Peirce

I was reminded of Ashbery’s phrase, “notes from the air”, the title of a poem from Hotel Lautréamont and part of the title of a selection of his poetry published in 2008, while reading an essay published in 1878 by … Continue reading

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Karin Roffman On the Young John Ashbery

In the summer of 1992 while traveling out west I lingered in Austin Texas long enough to go to a club and see a rock band called the True Believers.

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