But it's not over yet.
Alcove by John Ashbery Is it possible that spring could be once more approaching? We forget each time what a mindless business it is, porous like sleep, adrift on the horizon, refusing to take sides, "mugwump of the final hour," lest an agenda—horrors!—be imputed to it, and the whole point of its being spring collapse like a hole dug in sand. It's breathy, though, you have to say that for it. And...
First things first.
This is the first thing by Philip Larkin This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe Within a wood.
If the heart were pure enough/ but it is not pure
King of the River by Stanley Kunitz If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is not still, you would see yourself, slipped out of your skin, nosing upstream, slapping, thrashing, tumbling over the rocks till you paint them with your belly’s blood: Finned Ego, yard of muscle that coils, uncoils. If the knowledge were given you, but it is...
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a subset of this article is, “How to Get a Dramatic Show on TNT” (they do know Drama, after all!)… -be in a law enforcement profession. Law enforcement profession is defined loosely…medical examiner…small claims court negotiator….divorce law arbitrator… -be “sexy”…meaning wear skirt suits that are tight and have long, impossibly styled...
I think that you know why
Dead of Winter by Anthony Towne The city shuffles through the snow, the whirling snow, and I, indifferent To cold, remember how he looked, the casket much too small, the grief a Discomfort buried under triumphs of survival- memories Of snowdrifts hollowed out, as I am hollowed out, a snowman A drift of words, iambic flights of migratory Goodbyes, a dead-of-winter funeral, the earth Too...
I’m reading Pulphead by John Jeremiah Sullivan right now, and it is a) amazing and b) this has been my favorite essay so far.