A Public Space
No schism occurs without a few pangs and regrets, of course. The animals had heretical ideas, but sometimes they seemed herer than we were. Maybe it was because bits and bytes flew over their heads. Maybe the animals were only ever going to listen to someone who spoke in moons and stars. Of course we never would have stooped to that, pandering to wallabies and penguins, handing out stars like handing out candy. If only there had been some river that could have washed all that magic off, all that moonshine, without washing them away as well.
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This is an issue of thinking about language, and its resilience.
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I would have fallen in love with him too had not so many others done so already.
Scores for Flares
Now that our intelligence, having accelerated for centuries, has almost attained unimpeachability, we are not taking it lightly.
A Few Necessary Questions
It was cruel, it was unspeakable, to allow innocence to mock itself this way.
The Travelogues of Ahmad Fа̄ris Shidyа̄q
The concept of civilization has acquired such popularity.
Maybe he should jump out of a plane. Does risk wake you up?
Remember longing / when it was legitimate, / remember writing / in an emerging language.
A Girl and Her Room
What kind of mischief are you up to?
So You Think I’m the Prometheus of the Literary World
I fashion my works from clay.
After Pasternak, 1917
in dark / cold sleep, each branch a midnight / candelabrum of the cosmos.
Could I / identify my mother by her hands? / Her feet?
Dear Millennium, On The Debt Of Love Among Strangers
Once I told you, love is a partial /anagram of solvency. Dear millennium, please— / I owe you nothing.
After Doris Salcedo
Shoes of disappeared women / hovering in holes in walls
Sea of Ice
One might fail to notice / a hull amid the frozen waves.
After Susan Rothenberg’s Untitled Drawing, No. 41, 1997
The horse gallops / fog under its chin
Dream Song #322
The curtains were the color of red wine / The bedspread the color of sand
Such is the silence / of a woman who speaks against silence.
History was mutable and distorted… Life had given him permission to play with it.
I always knowed I had some of my momma in me. All that hell. All that hardness.
They said never to trust an Indian who doesn’t want to go back to his own reservation.
There isn’t much to tell. Tell me anyway. Soothe this old heart.
Of all Edith Wharton's characters, Lily Bart is most her author's architectural id.
I’ve lost my taste for anything that isn’t made up.
Translated from the Japanese by David Boyd
Problems of an Empire
How important to designate even the most unimportant occurrence: What is nameless cannot exist.
Akron Boys and Girls Club
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