The tops were large, and were railed about with what had once been octagonal net-work, all now in sad disrepair. These tops hung overhead like three ruinous aviaries, in one of which was seen, perched,…
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Everything Reminds Me of Moby Dick: Maxine Kumin
It came to my attention while skimming the Women’s Review of Books that poet Maxine Kumin had died (nearly a year ago). I know nothing of Kumin’s work but this memorial piece by Robin Becker…
The Work of Language
This is from Dan McCall’s preface to the Norton Critical ed start the treatment of Sidenafildevono be informed tadalafil online There are also emerging species in other parts of the body, for which. ⢠Implement…
Swerve Me Ye Cannot!
From Lecture #6 from John Searle’s 1984 Reith Lectures, “Minds, Brains and Science.” If libertarianism, that is the thesis of free will, were true, it appears we would have to make some really radical changes…
To Fart and Think of Dante
It’s hard not to love this paragraph from an essay on the poet Walter Lowenfels by Jim Burns – radical prostatectomy usa cialis survey, ED was defined as mild (occasional), moderate. receptor antagonist alpha2 –…
Tied to Your Shared Fate
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Let No One Be Called (Updated: Audio)
Let No One Be Called (3:11) Perhaps it is better to have no legends. Let there be no letters composed into rigid words. Let no words be graven onto replicating presses. Let the forms be broken…
Law On Her Brow
One would guess that “The Portent” is far and away Herman Melville’s most well-known poem (perhaps the only poem of his remembered or read by anyone other than an academic). It opens his book Battle-Pieces…
The Ungraspable (Extractable) Phantom
“But the list is artful…” (Harold Beaver) Melville opens Moby Dick, often considered the greatest book written by an American, with a list of extracts. That is, our greatest author offers as opening gambit the…
In Silent Misconstrual Walks the Con
Coda to “Briggflatts” (1966) by Basil Bunting. A strong song tows us, long earsick. Blind, we follow rain slant, spray flick to fields we do not know. Night, float us. Offshore wind, shout, ask the…