MASTHEAD Directors DeWitt Henry Peter O'Malley Coordinating Editor for This Issue Dan Wakefield Managing Editor Joyce Peseroff CONTRIBUTORS BROCK BROWER'S Mischief Night will be published next spring by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. His other works include The Late Great Creature, a novel, and Other Loyalties, a collection of journalism. SUSAN ENGBERG'S stories have appeared in…
Because the shadows are sepia all the little precisions seem soft, a quaking of leaves that extend their tenuous web We imagine it gold because it is August there is Marjorie there is Ian eyes averted, modestly, so great is their pleasure in each other And you see his bare arm, exactly as graceful…
October 28, 1980 Dear Gail, Caroline and Pete, I am finally in residence at No. 8 Brighton Vale, having been in the meantime in Scotland, namely Glasgow and the Lochs, Belfast, and Dun Laoghaire for an uneasy five weeks while waiting to get finally into this beautiful pink house, pink like the powder on an…
" plain (plan) adj. 1. clear or distinct to the eye or ear: persons in plain sight. 2. clear to the mind; evident, manifest, or obvious: to make one's meaning plain. 3. conveying the meaning clearly or simply; easily understood: plain talk. 4. downright; sheer: plain folly. 5. free from ambiguity or evasion; candid, outspoken….
Lammon: Doing this interview with you reminds me of Hall's story in Remembering Poets. Hall went to interview T.S. Eliot and brought with him two "technicians" – Louis Simpson and yourself. Bly: Yes. The days before I had said: "Don, let me go with you." He said, "No, Robert," "Come on, Don. He'll be dead…
For John Chapman (1775-1845) It is not the man of action that we in the fragmented world envy, for often we know too well why we ourselves do not act. It is the man of mission, the one who embodies his purposes naturally in all his acts, whose days interweave, he is the one we…
(from a novel in progress) The sleep of reason brings forth monsters. Francisco Goya He lay prone on the rutted stone path, his bare torso raised and supported by his right forearm, while his left arm and open hand reached vainly toward the empty cave where late had rested the dead body of the Christ…
1. From the dark yard by the sheep barn the cock crowed to the sun’s pale spectral foreblossoming eastward in June, crowed, and crowed later each day through fall and winter, this grand conquistador of January drifts, this almost-useless vain strutter with wild monomaniac eye, burnished swollen chest, yellow feet serpent-scaled, and bloodred comb, who…
All morning, the man roofs the house he has dreamt the night before walking with the wood in his hands which is growing as he holds it. The hammer falls, is falling, one knee bent he slams the nail into its silence & out again into the great world bird, rushing into sight, smaller now…
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