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Falling in love with a poem

Have you ever? And without being sure why (and half wishing not to know why)? I’m falling in love with a Frank O’Hara poem, untitled (unless you consider “Poem” a title), written circa 1950 when the poet was in his … Continue reading

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Georges Bataille: Improvisation Within a Field of Contradictions

…. two movements…. One’s in harmony with nature; the other questions it. We can’t do away with either. [109 Guilty by Georges Bataille]* “We do not have the right to wish for a single state. We have to desire to … Continue reading

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Prayer for Tomorrow

Monday morning, 9:30 your life will change —from Prayer for Tomorrow, the first poem of my chapbook, One Step: prayers and curses. On the 12th of this month it will be exactly one year ago. I was at work when … Continue reading

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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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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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Amazement in the Writings of Wilhelm Reich

In March of 1957, during Wilhelm Reich’s court-ordered psychiatric examination, Reich heard the sound of an airplane. He turned to his examiner and informed him that the plane was a sign that he, Reich, would be protected. As an expert … Continue reading

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Berryman @ 100

One October day when I was 21 years old, I taped six large sheets of newsprint together and attached the whole sheet, six feet square, to the wall just above the bed in the tiny cell of the Manhattan YMCA … Continue reading

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