Author Archives: Mark Kerstetter

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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Paul Auster’s 4321

  4 In an essay from the mid-1970’s on the poet Charles Reznikoff, Paul Auster wrote of the poet’s ability to choose the exact detail that will say everything and thereby allow as much as possible to remain unsaid. This … Continue reading

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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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