Archive for November, 2009
Saturday, November 21st, 2009
“Considering My Silence: On Not Writing in the Jungles of Papua, Indonesia” by Erik Campbell
Erik Campbell CONSIDERING MY SILENCE: ON NOT WRITING IN THE JUNGLES OF PAPUA, INDONESIA “Between thought and expression there lies a lifetime.” —Lou Reed In the jungle you have only bound horizons. For a time it seemed that the jungle had swallowed me Jonah-like and whole. I existed somewhere between private expectation and unheralded oblivion—out [...]
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Friday, November 20th, 2009
THE MIND-BODY PROBLEM by Katha Pollitt
Review by Cathleen Calbert THE MIND-BODY PROBLEM Katha Pollitt Random House 1745 Broadway New York, NY 10019 IBSN 978-1-4000-6333-8 2009, 96 pp., $23.00 www.randomhouse.com First of all, Katha Pollitt should win an award for one of the best titles in poetry this year. Who doesn’t want to read a book of poems entitled The Mind-Body [...]
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Thursday, November 19th, 2009
“Cooking Frutti Di Mare On This Early Evening Before the Night Falls On Kentucky Hillsides” by Mike Maniquiz
Mike Maniquiz COOKING FRUTTI DI MARE ON THIS EARLY EVENING BEFORE THE NIGHT FALLS ON KENTUCKY HILLSIDES Today, as the locals love to say, is so cold the wolves ate the sheep for the wool. I open the bag. The contents of the sea come frozen and packed in plastic from Taiwan: squid mantles cut [...]
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Wednesday, November 18th, 2009
“The Late Mr. Crowbait” by Louis Daniel Brodsky
Louis Daniel Brodsky THE LATE MR. CROWBAIT On a frigid Saturday morning in late January, He stepped outside his first yawn, Into a cerulean translucency Enshrouding a dilatory moon left in dawn’s wake, And realized that he, too, was late for something. What that might be He hoped to ascertain before too long, So that [...]
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Tuesday, November 17th, 2009
“These Wild Turkeys” by Tim Poland
Tim Poland THESE WILD TURKEYS For my own part I wish the Bald Eagle had not been chosen the Representative of our Country. He is a Bird of bad moral Character. He does not get his Living honestly… For the Truth the Turkey is in Comparison a much more respectable Bird, and withal a true [...]
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Monday, November 16th, 2009
“Hurricane Bob” by Bob Brooks
Bob Brooks HURRICANE BOB Even hours after Hurricane Bob— the Wrath of Bob— made its pitiful midnight landfall thirty or so miles down the coast from us, I couldn’t sleep. I was still gauging each new instant’s dangers. I could feel the waves snatch at the seawall that the front of the cabin was perched [...]
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Sunday, November 15th, 2009
THE WHOLE MARIE by Barbara Maloutas
Review by Alex M. Frankel THE WHOLE MARIE by Barbara Maloutas Ahsahta Press Boise State University Boise, Idaho 83725 ISBN 978-1-934103-04-3 2009, 97 pp., $17.50 http://ahsahtapress.boisestate.edu Barbara Maloutas’s new collection, the whole Marie—a reticent, puzzling and beautiful book—follows in the footsteps of Gertrude Stein as well as Lyn Hejinian and other Language poets. Maloutas eschews [...]
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Saturday, November 14th, 2009
“Passenger” by Rebecca Clark
Rebecca Clark PASSENGER I wonder at your nonchalance as you drive one-handed, not even that— two-fingered, really while the world flies by at 70 miles per hour. How am I to intervene, save us from our fate— pinpoints that bloom into brick walls in that instant I look up to the morning sky? A wedge [...]
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Friday, November 13th, 2009
“How Beautifully Your Fire Burns” by Iustin Panta
Iustin Panta —translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Mircea Ivanescu HOW BEAUTIFULLY YOUR FIRE BURNS After I put some more logs on the fire in the fireplace she said, “How beautifully your fire burns.” We sat for a while and talked about simple things. [...]
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Thursday, November 12th, 2009
“Curves” by Karen Braucher
Karen Braucher CURVES That was the summer I fell asleep in German and woke up in French. I lay down on the earth, stared up through a three-dimensional labyrinth of dark branches stretching toward sky. Curves are so much more caressing than straight lines, n’est-ce pas? Who has time to look at parabolas? Could I [...]
