The Sea-Fight Tomorrow The Sea-Fight Tomorrow
Afraid to take a chance. They pass haphazardly in all directions. Diving into his car. Or yours. Are there no strangers in town? Entering, leaving, crossing. I cross to the window and wave. Everybody looks alike. Pyramids. It must be somebody who has a house in the country. He said he would. Characteristic kinesthetic and tactile deficits on opposite sides of the body. Something clicked somewhere. It's got to be airtight on the other end. The butterfly-shaped central gray. Who is this man? It was a restful ride. The transition gradual, without sharp demarcation. The house was full of pictures. The night man was gone. Important changes from level to level. I pretend to listen.
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Keith Waldrop
Night Soil Night Soil
A random walk, its ordinary motion blurring chronology. Behind, a seascape. As if on a ship's deck. Fear of defeat is an old habit. All this fuss, with my hat pushed back. Honeyed phantastic. En- raptured soul. Another blow. From the end of the corridor, at the kitchen window. These frosts are cruel. I am not up to them. Out on the balcony, basking. History is trash. Elaborate battles make peace and then, after spectacular defeat, I may go and I may not. I'm in a bad mood, forever. We bring no resemblance. Torment and dreams. Grotesque and in- clement. Always the same amazing luck. Rest before the fireplace, forget fine spacing. To control noise by attacking the odds. Grope for the knob. Shutting out light and air. Cold stone floor. Sinking. Devouring pit. Dissolve, now, the dungeon. Streaks of light stream from your shadow. Redisposed. Clouds are not simply carried. We observe words and winds. The door slams behind us. Not so much forced by the sun as simply coasting under our own inertia. The knives of reality. Repeat the names. Doves, when they fight. Scorn is best and yes, we may go and we may not.
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Keith Waldrop
Sloveniafest Sloveniafest
What is it about Slovene poetry that has attracted so many American poets?
Nov 18, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Jordan Davis
The Vietnam Exposé That Wasn’t The Vietnam Exposé That Wasn’t
The untold story of US-perpetrated atrocities in Vietnam and how the press killed it.
Nov 13, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Nick Turse
Out of Africa: The Traps of Safari Journalism Out of Africa: The Traps of Safari Journalism
Two new books by African writers share many flaws with their Western predecessors.
Nov 13, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Fatin Abbas
Agony and Ecstasy: The Art World Explained Agony and Ecstasy: The Art World Explained
What we talk about when we talk about art.
Nov 13, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Barry Schwabsky
City of Shards: The Novels of Elias Khoury City of Shards: The Novels of Elias Khoury
Elias Khoury and the literature of witness.
Nov 13, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Siddhartha Deb
Obama Needs a Protest Movement Obama Needs a Protest Movement
A grassroots push for reform can make Obama a great president.
Nov 13, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Frances Fox Piven
A My Lai a Month A My Lai a Month
In Operation Speedy Express, new evidence of civilian slaughter and cover-up in Vietnam.
Nov 13, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Nick Turse
Remembering Studs Remembering Studs
Studs Terkel's longtime publisher looks back on the historian's remarkable career.
Nov 13, 2008 / Books & the Arts / André Schiffrin