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REGINALD SHEPHERD: 1963-2008
Nov 01, 2008; Anonymous ... A quick wind weeding the sky when we step through the glass door, clouds plucked and swept from sight A full moon sets out repairing the night, putting streetlights in their proper place The dandelions are foreigners like me, some yellowed, ...
Palingenesis
Nov 01, 2008; Bolaño, Roberto ... I was chatting with Archibald MacLeish in Los Marinos Bar In Barceloneta when I saw her appear, a plaster statue Walking arduously over the cobblestones. My friend Saw, too, and sent a waiter to fetch her. For the first Few minutes she didn't say a word. MacLeish ...
Soni
Nov 01, 2008; Bolaño, Roberto ... I'm in a bar and someone's name is Soni The floor is covered in ash Like a bird like a single bird two old men arrive Archilochus and Anacreon and Simonides Miserable Mediterranean refugees Don't ask me what I'm doing here, just forget that I've been with ...
Visit to the Convalescent
Nov 01, 2008; Bolaño, Roberto ... It's 1976 and the Revolution has been defeated but we've yet to find out. We are 22, 23 years old. Mario Santiago and I walk down a black and white street. At the end of the street, in a neighborhood straight out of a fifties film, sits the house of Darío Galicia' ...
La Francesa
Nov 01, 2008; Bolaño, Roberto ... An intelligent woman. A beautiful woman. Knew all the variants, all the possibilities. Reader of Duchamp's aphorisms and the stories of Defoe. In general possessing an enviable self-control, Except when she got depressed and got drunk, Something ...
On Wanting to Tell [ ] about a Girl Eating Fish Eyes
Nov 01, 2008; Szybist, Mary ... - how her loose curls float above each silver fish as she leans in to pluck its eyes You died just hours ago. Not suddenly, no. You'd been dying so long nothing looked like itself: from your window, fishermen swirled sequins; fishnets ...
Ernesto Cardenal and I
Nov 01, 2008; Bolaño, Roberto ... I was out walking, sweaty and with hair plastered to my face when I saw Ernesto Cardenal approaching from the opposite direction and by way of greeting I said: Father, in the Kingdom of Heaven that is communism, is there a place for ...
Our Valley
Nov 01, 2008; Levine, Philip ... We don't see the ocean, not ever, but in July and August when the worst heat seems to rise from the hard clay of this valley, you could be walking through a fig orchard when suddenly the wind cools and for a moment you get a whiff of salt, and in that moment you ...
Dirty, Poorly Dressed
Nov 01, 2008; Bolaño, Roberto ... On the dogs' path, my soul came upon my heart. Shattered, but alive, dirty, poorly dressed, and filled with love. On the dogs' path, there where no one wants to go. A walk that only poets travel when they have nothing left to do. But I still had so ...
Plaint in a Major Key
Nov 01, 2008; Sánchez, Jorge ... Without even leaving one's door, One can know the whole world. - Laozi The rumble of the night sounds even in the bright daylight of morning. Life blooms amid the Ten Thousand Things, but does not bloom amid the Ten Thousand Things ....
Her
Nov 01, 2008; Collins, Billy ... There is no noisier place than the suburbs, someone once said to me as we were walking along a fairway, and every day is delighted to offer fresh evidence: the chainsaw, the leaf-blower blowing one leaf around an enormous house with columns, on ...
Hail
Nov 01, 2008; Szybist, Mary ... Mary who mattered to me, gone or asleep among fruits, spilled in ash, in dust, I did not leave you. Even now I can't keep from composing you, limbs & blue cloak & soft hands. I sleep to the sound of your name, I say there is no ...
Antiquity Calling
Nov 01, 2008; Equi, Elaine ... Looking at Mapplethorpe's Polaroids, I learn that he liked shoes and armpit crotch-shots of men and women, both shaved and un'-all giving a good whiff to the camera. But best of all are his pictures of ordinary phones which convey a palpable sense of expectancy as ...
New Collected Poems
Nov 01, 2008; Starnino, Carmine ... Five From Ireland New Collected Poems, by Eavan Boland. W.W. Norton. $27.95. We open on a tiny flat in Dublin. A young poet sits by a window, writing. But something is wrong. The poem-eloquent, sonorous, carefully crafted-feels off. Studying the page, she suddenly realizes why, and the ...
The Chairs That No One Sits In
Nov 01, 2008; Collins, Billy ... You see them on porches and on lawns down by the lakeside, usually arranged in pairs implying a couple who might sit there and look out at the water or the big shade trees. The trouble is you never see anyone sitting in these forlorn ...
Murray Dreaming
Nov 01, 2008; Edgar, Stephen ... It's not the sharks Sliding mere inches from his upturned face Through warps of water where the tunnel arcs Transparent overhead, Their lipless jaws clamped shut, extruding teeth, Their eyes that stare at nothing, like the dead, Staring at him; ...
Secular Eden
Nov 01, 2008; Starnino, Carmine ... Secular Eden, by Harry Clifton. Wake Forest University Press. $23.95 cloth; $15.95 paper. Harry Clifton has spent much of his life outside Ireland. He has escaped to Africa and Asia, and endured a year in an Abruzzian village (recounted in an entertaining book called On the Spine of ...
The Fight for Recognition
Nov 01, 2008; Kirsch, Adam ... Earlier this year, a young novelist named Keith Gessen published his first book. Even more than most such debuts, All the Sad Young Literary Men was highly autobiographical: it had several narrators, but each were recognizable as versions of the writer, and the real-life originals of even minor ...
The Currach Requires No Harbours
Nov 01, 2008; Starnino, Carmine ... The Currach Requires No Harbours, by Medbh McGuckian. Wake Forest University Press. $21.95 cloth; $11.95 paper. "A dream dreamed in the presence of reason" was Jesuit Tommaso Ceva's definition of poetry. One way or another, all poets fiddle with that formula. Medbh McGuckian has ...
The Fifty Minute Mermaid
Nov 01, 2008; Starnino, Carmine ... The Fifty Minute Mermaid, by Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill. Tr. by Paul Muldoon. The Gallery Press. euro20.00 cloth; euro13.90 paper. Hands up, anyone who knew that the merfolk's language was "pelagic"? I certainly didn't. Much remains unknown about these mythic creatures, and Nuala Ní ...
