Douglas Penick on Robert Walser
Robert Walser found a context, a context of beauty for the many voices that surfaced in his awareness...
Read MoreTabish Khair: Inevitable Friction
The trajectory of literature is intertwined with and also strains against the career of God...
Read MoreKenkō’s Idle Hours
To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations—such is a pleasure beyond compare...
Read MoreCaroline Rothnie: Uncovering the Present
I’ve looked towards the apocalypse to hide from my duty to the present, to all of us here living our small lives...
Read MoreEd Simon: John Donne and Social Isolation
Late in 1623, the Dean of St. Paul’s Cathedral in London fell ill with fever and had difficulty breathing. At 51 years of age, the poet and priest John Donne...
Read MoreEli S. Evans: The Writer vs. the Pandemic III
Constant specter of illness and death, increasing likelihood of unemployment, nail in the coffin of the post-World War II order.
Read MoreEmile Bojesen and Ansgar Allen: Agamben and Techno-Fascism
Professors who switch to teaching online are the ‘perfect equivalent of the university teachers who in 1931 swore allegiance to the Fascist regime’. So says Giorgio Agamben...
Read MoreWith a Care
I came to realize in a series of waves the enormous impact this pandemic would have on the domestic workforce. The first was quite early on, before the travel ban, school closures, and state shutdowns.
Read MoreStay Sileni
In Titian’s early 16th century painting, as Meis reads it, the somnolent Silenus, who echoes the alert god’s posture as he is carried behind him by his followers...
Read MoreJane Rosenberg LaForge: Spring Without Witness
This spring has arrived with a disturbing similarity, behind the storm and soundproof windows of my New York apartment. Jesus rises, Jews are delivered...
Read MoreEd Simon: VE Day 75 Years Later
If the lesson from World War II can’t be that the Allies were unassailably good, it can still be that the Axis was unambiguously evil.
Read MoreEmily Ogden: Mind Games
A Greek soldier once said to me on a private bunk in a ferry boat, “You are a good whore.” Well, I mean to say. This was absurd. I had bedded him.
Read MoreWho is free from Melancholy?
Melancholy is a condition unsuited to a pandemic. Like ennui, it is an ailment born of stability. The strong light of catastrophe withers it.
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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