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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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Badiou on Beckett

rest then my mistakes are my life the knees draw up the back bends the head comes to rest on the sack between the hands my sack my body all mine all these parts every part —Samuel Beckett, How It … Continue reading

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More Swiftly Continually in Evening

(an Ashbery remix)* for Victoria The disquiet of early missteps impeded our understanding of late afternoon, while our bed’s confusion warns away snap judgments made anyway, already, and anyhow through the open window a band of marauding children add color … Continue reading

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Standing Girl in Plaid Garment

Several people told me they liked my poem named after this great drawing by Egon Schiele, so I’ve decided to share here a short fiction I wrote several years ago when I was working regularly in that genre. I called … Continue reading

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Monday with Pessoa: Bernardo Alone

Sadly I write in my quiet room, alone as I have always been, alone as I will always be. * we, the self-aware actors, are also our own spectators, our own gods…. – Fernando Pessoa as Bernardo Soares, The Book of … Continue reading

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Growing Up in Public with Lou Reed

I had gotten used to the idea of a world without any more great Lou Reed albums. His public appearance after the liver transplant and a somber comment by Laurie Anderson suggested the end might be near. When it came … Continue reading

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Struggle Without Telos

The phrase “struggle without a telos” is from Michael Roth, instructor of the modern/postmodern class from Wesleyan University,

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