If Politics Got Real… If Politics Got Real…
To Nader or not to Nader, that is the question. A debate over whether Green Party presidential candidate Ralph Nader is a savior or a spoiler has raged for months among progressi...
Sep 28, 2000 / Rob Richie and Steven Hill
CIA Outrages in Chile CIA Outrages in Chile
"Covert action," the late Senator Frank Church concluded in 1976 after his long inquiry into CIA operations in Chile and elsewhere, is a "semantic disguise for murder, coercion, ...
Sep 28, 2000 / Peter Kornbluh
A Riot of Personality A Riot of Personality
The first time I saw Anna Deavere Smith, I realized a new meaning had been given to the term "body politic." She was appearing in Fires in the Mirror, her show about the conflict...
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / Stuart Klawans
2000 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize 2000 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize
Of No Country I Know: New and Selected Poems and Translations represents a life's work in poetry. The component volumes did not meet with fanfare, yet the work is brilliant with ...
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / Mary Kinzie
from ‘Mary in Old Age’ from ‘Mary in Old Age’
"I don't want to stay here. I want to stop it." Was "here" the nursing home? Was it the chair? The condition she was in? Her life? Life? The body? . . . ......
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / David Ferry
The Chair The Chair
The chair left out in the garden night all winter Sits waiting for the summer day all night. The insides of the metal arms are frozen. Over the house the night sky wheel...
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / David Ferry
Horace: Ode I.11 Horace: Ode I.11
Don't be too eager to ask What the gods have in mind for us, What will become of you, What will become ...
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / David Ferry
from ‘That Evening at Dinner’ from ‘That Evening at Dinner’
By the last few times we saw her it was clear That things were different. When you tried to help her Get out of the car or get from the car to the door Or across the apartme...
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / David Ferry
Nocturnal Nocturnal
It is always among sleepers we walk. We walk in their dreams. None of us Knows what he is as he walks In the dream of another. Tell me my name . Your tongue is blurred, ho...
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / David Ferry
Rereading Old Writing Rereading Old Writing
Looking back, the language scribbles. What's hidden, having been said? Almost everything? Thrilling to think There was a secret there somewhere, A bird singing in the heart'...
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / David Ferry