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“Mystery and Solitude in Topeka” [by Mark Strand]
Afternoon darkens into evening. A man falls deeper and deeper into the slow spiral of sleep, into the drift of it, the length of it, through what feels like mist, and comes at last…
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“Choose life. . .” [by Laurance Wieder]
from "You Stand" If history is proof or an examplewe stand in the hard place, inscribed and sealed. The statement “If I die” is never true.Both truth and mystery require “when.” Why…
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No Longer My Own [by Lera Auerbach]
No Longer My Own – Ink on Paper by Lera Auerbach Some books matter only for the future-books hiding in them. Books with strong plots offer safe captivity, allowing us to hide. Books without…
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“Song” [by Edwin Denby]
I don't know any more what it used to beBefore I saw you at table sitting across from meAll I can remember is I saw you look at meAnd I couldn't breathe and I…
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The Bob Dylan Entry in the “Oxford Book of American Poetry”
We repost this piece, which first appeared on 8 / 9 / 08, eight years before Dylan won the Nobel Prize. The questions raised remain worth asking. It never fails to amuse me that…
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WORKING SPACE, post-script: CLOSER TO HOME [by Jennifer Clarvoe]
Art calls to art; the conversation remains by design ongoing, unfinished. I’m thinking about all pieces I didn't address. The very last visit I made to a museum was local–the Harvard Art Museum–to meet…
