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The Color of Neville Brand's Front Teeth
mop in Slam sweeping across the floor.
The Paris Review4d
The Jewish Furrier Explains the Search for Beauty
Remember where I came from. Think of a continent of sabled czars. Leave your home. Let exile fill your mouth like the lost language of the child. Understand the reason. A man who would not wear the ...
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Klimt and Schiele Confront the Cunt
turned impotent, and had to be divorced. The nineteenth century, for all its love ...
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A Pretty Girl, a Novel with Voices, and Ring-Tailed Lemurs
Extracts from forthcoming books by Kathryn Davis, Jane DeLynn, N. H. Pritchard, Katherine Rundell, and Izumi Suzuki.
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There Is Only One Clique and You Are the Only One
The Pulitzer Prize–winning poet Sharon Olds discusses sex, religion, and writing poems that “women were definitely not supposed to write,” in an excerpt from her Art of Poetry interview with Jessica ...
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The Hawk's Cry in Autumn
Wind from the northwestern quarter is lifting him high above ...
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The Dead Soldier's Talk
I’m tired of lying here. The mountain and the river are not bad.
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The Black Venus: For Max Ernst
of Sedona, Arizona, with a blank book for poems. Didn't we emerge from the same prehistoric egg amid sparks of jet & obsidian embedded in the hills of Montmartre? "Only Negroes can excite Paris." ...
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Found Poem: Wind Fells Oklahoma's Ancient Chimney Rock
WANOKA (AP) Chimney Rock, which stood for centuries on the Oklahoma plain as a towering guide for covered wagons crossing the treacherous Cimarron River, has fallen victim to the same forces which ...
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The Man in the Back Row Has a Question VIII
What is your favorite crime in literature? BORI AKUNIN: "And when the woman saw chat the tree was good for food and that it was pleasant co the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she ...
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First Person
We travel to Lake Clark, Alaska, in a four-seater prop plane—my partner and I, the pilot, and the housekeeper for the residency where we’ll be staying. When asked which seat he wants, the housekeeper ...