November 2021
The insect flew into Van Gogh’s impasto of Olive Grove…
Theoretically the insect could have been been trapped in the olive grove or the artist’s studio...
Read MoreLa Fontaine’s Fable by Douglas Penick
It is the Donkey’s acceptance and internalisation of the judgement from on high that is so shockingly modern as it prefigures the mentality of victims in witch hunts, show trials, struggle sessions and other kinds of brain washing...
Read MoreOut of Sebald’s Sequence by Greg Gerke
It seems there are some writers who teach you how to write and there are others who teach you what to write about...
Read MoreWine in Fascist Italy
Wine growers, merchants and industrialists worked feverishly to rehabilitate the beverage's downtrodden reputation...
Read MoreInfinite Edits
Michael Pietsch and David Foster Wallace’s collaboration on Infinite Jest highlights the intervenient role of the editor as the mediator between the author and the reader, or the author and the publisher...
Read MoreJoe Linker on Eli S. Evans
We find ourselves in New Hampshire, or Mexico, driving about, or at home, and writing and thinking ahead...
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Andre Gerard on Thomas Love Peacock
Who knew that William Bankes was an amateur of Thomas Love Peacock! Perhaps I should have...
Read MoreLakota Power
Lakota power grew from the nation’s cultural adaptability, its people’s willingness - indeed, eagerness - to embrace change, and from its leaders’ political flexibility...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
Read More
I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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