“Invalidenstrasse” & Other PoemsFrom the Print
And darkness was all around them, as if they were in someone’s mouth…

And darkness was all around them, as if they were in someone’s mouth…
We have a news media that, principally, has no instincts and asks no relevant questions—and is failing, spectacularly, to write the first draft of history…
Although most Americans are no longer reading ‘The Custom of the Country,’ we’re still hooked on the personality cult Undine represented…
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…
The American Reader is proud to feature ten emerging writers, whose work speaks not only to the variety but the vitality and inventiveness of contemporary American literature.
Unlike many of the other reviewers, I have no nostalgic context in which to place my reading of the book. I did not approach it when I was young and hungry for the world, or despondent in Paris, desirous of liberation from the predictably plot-driven books of my past…
“Neither the restlessness of the surf, / nor the deserted shifting sands, / nor the obscene bodies of women / sated our yearning…”
It’s as if lab scientists have data-modeled the neural pathways of a synesthete who happens to be an expert on color theory. It’s hard to think of paintings more appropriate to the Age of Nate Silver…
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…