Everything surrounds me in a trance of not looking.—Landis Everson, “Mass Destruction” How to describe the strangeness of this moment/year/epoch? Needed: a phenomenology of planetary drift. I have written my “apocalyptic” novel and nothing changed. I mean … [Read more...]

One of my New Year’s resolutions was to read at least a page per day in the Library of America’s two-volume set American Poetry: The Twentieth Century. Having begun with Henry Adams, I’m now up to Robert Frost, which seems especially appropriate given that I’ve … [Read more...]

deer leaping over low snow at sight of the brown bound I thought: dog sign reads: CAUTION: GROOMING AT ANY HOUR how slowly hills fold into sky vertical weathered wood on the barn horizontal weathered wood on the shed three (3) great turbans—vents or fans—on … [Read more...]

As proofs of Vivaldi’s innocence had not been obtained, the suspicions of his examiners, of course, were not removed; and, as he persisted in denying the truth of the charge which he understood would be exhibited against him, and refused to make any confession of … [Read more...]

I haven't been able to post anything here recently because my Blogger account seems to have encountered some serious technological glitch. I hate technology! This is a test to see if I am currently able to post. Otherwise serious remedial action will have to be … [Read more...]

The surgeon is a French surrealist-- I mean: a legislator. … [Read more...]

I open the newspaper: Harvesting of the face was complicated by the convergence of several teams to remove other organs from the donor, but the operation was complete by 5 a.m. Sunday. Before the donor's funeral, a separate team of doctors reconstructed her face … [Read more...]

I'm on hiatus while I cope with the end of the semester. But my thoughts on the recent work of Michael Cunningham are on offer at the following Web address: http://bostonreview.net/BR30.6/clausen.html. The piece is also available in the current print edition of … [Read more...]

  STRIKE SONNET So many years an adjunct--now, to strike 'em. The employer of my mind should get a clue. In classrooms, brilliant kiddies strut their stuff. Lips that would suck form prayers to point-of-view. While I play fairy godmom to their … [Read more...]

I feel that I’m caught in the invisible arms of government in a country slowly dying beyond our grasp--David Wojnarowicz November 9, 2005: It’s just past 8 a.m. when I turn the corner onto Washington Square South, taken aback not to hear any noise yet. It seems … [Read more...]