Douglas Penick on David Jones
At the time of the dooms in the third quarter of the Reaper’s Moon, in the island of Britain...
Read MoreGurped Out
On any given day, walking around the yard, one was almost certain to hear one prisoner ask another, “Hey, man, got any gurps?” I knew it had something to do with drugs...
Read MorePeter Pans
Who or what is Peter Pan? Peter stands for a deep psychological desire in all of us to return to childhood and escape into an earlier, freer state of being...
Read MoreMore Absurdity Than Logic
Don’t we go to literature to find the logic that might displace the absurdity of our lives?
Read MoreThe New Zhdanovshchina
This new world of ours, structured by the internet, is unrelentingly violent, as it is inimical to human freedom and human thriving...
Read MoreFar Sparklers
Tonight I walked under the stars through the snow & stopped & looked at my far sparklers & heard the voice of the wind so slight & pure & deep as if it were the sound of the stars themselves revolving...
Read MoreThe Appearance of Goodness
There are many social-media-savvy people who are choking on sanctimony and lacking in compassion, who can fluidly pontificate on Twitter about kindness but are unable to actually show kindness...
Read MoreL.M. Montgomery’s Journals
Through all those years of journal entries, Lucy Maud Montgomery was always intelligent, often funny and never boring. I wanted to know what she’d say next...
Read MoreIn the Business of Sharing Knowledge
Especially for antiquarian and other independent booksellers, there exists a tension between sharing knowledge and running a business...
Read MoreVirginia Woolf on D.H. Lawrence
Sons and Lovers emerged with astonishing vividness, like an island from off which the mist has suddenly lifted...
Read MoreWhat determines the lengths of novels?
The novel is an extremely flexible form. It can come out in countless shapes, include infinite content, and end up almost any length...
Read MoreThe 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...
Read MoreThe 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 MoreI 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...
Read MoreThe 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...
Read MoreThe 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 MoreI 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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