Honor Thy Hands: Carpentry and PoetryFrom the Print
Because we touch we want to speak, to name. Because we speak we’ve learned to build beyond instinct and toward the imagination, in a refined collaboration…
Because we touch we want to speak, to name. Because we speak we’ve learned to build beyond instinct and toward the imagination, in a refined collaboration…
Your pluck is not refreshment of honey—it is [una puerta]
And darkness was all around them, as if they were in someone’s mouth…
Henrytown is shot through with a kind of literary mantra: Fathers are dead! Long live Fathers!
And then Ascona delivers her from years of obsolescence…
As with anything new and unfathomable, they did not know what to do with The Wind Catalog except laugh at it. While they laughed, a new and updated Wind Catalog arrived…
They remain both alive and dead, which makes them not quite alive, nor quite dead. And what, in turn, carrying that paradoxical knowledge in your head, does that make you?
“George Anderson” is a rare example of strong, experimental fiction from the Left, and for all its strangeness and brevity, it manages considerable moral and political weight…
Indeed, what Mr. Self excels in bringing out is the enduring if gentle dissonance potentially born of this encounter, how the world may all the while coax and corrode and twist its hidden suasions within us.
The supreme task of the Poets is the filming of Agony itself, but their secondary task—seeking and refining The Peep-Hole’s glimpse into The Covered Wagons—is by no means unimportant or without significant challenges…
A Long Day’s Evening, a short novel by the late Turkish novelist Bilge Karasu (1930-1995), is the author’s first published work in English in more than eight years. Focused primarily on the tribulations of two Byzantine monks, the novel is preoccupied … Continued
The shadow of the valley is a placeholder for the valley, a reminder that a body stands between those stands of bleachers, or this stand of trees or the neighborhood watchers standing around watching birds fly back and forth from their nests to the gardens in every Westwood neighborhood, all the while casting shadows that somehow don’t look like birds but like people wondering…
ALL RIGHT, Joshua Waughop the hunchback dwarf had a real limited set of magical powers he could do. I mean real limited…
We wanted a child but no child came. When Joan suggested the procedure, I wasn’t so sure. It didn’t seem natural…
Songwriter and novelist Chico Buarque has affected a transition from the Brazilian Bob Dylan to the Brazilian José Saramago or Orhan Pamuk or Gabriel García Márquez. These authors write books where a protagonist’s limp is a metaphor for a country’s crippled left, or a protagonist’s name is a pun about ethnic rivalry…