I felt this thing, I am an American and I felt this thing, and I made a continuous effort to create this thing...a space of ...

This figure of reeling gave into the poem’s circuitry as a whole—the way it shorts out as if its webbing could open to reveal ...

I did not have a good time reading Vigdis Hjorth’s novel If Only. I felt, in fact, kind of abject—but something about the ...

What I like about success, Monsieur Sauvage, is the love that goes into it—not so much the surprise or the wonder, and certainly not the admiration. So, being a curiosity was a very tough job for me.

In his photographic sequences, Duane Michals has expanded the possibilities of his medium. While most photo- graphs deal with static appearances, Michals' depend on trans- formations and ...

Wind from the northwestern quarter is lifting him high above ...

Saint, terrorist, fishwife. Stench that appals. Famines, machine guns, the Great Plague (your sickness), Rending of garments, cries, mass burials. I'd watched my beard sprout in the mirror's grave.

begets cruelty, and, before long, one would have to chop off one's own hand to end the source of self-torture. Yet, we ...

A sentence is hard for a sudden to spin into space.

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." ...

Although the land itself is rolling and pitted, the pole tips form a horizontal plane flat enough to support a sheet of glass.