“He reeks of last night’s wine!” That’s off the mark.
He drinks until dawn clarifies the dark.
Hesterno fetere mero qui credit Acerram,
fallitur: in lucem semper Acerra bibit.
1.28 by Martial
Further Reading
rubella, misha by Martyna Buliżańska
(Translated from Polish by Peter Burzynski)
(sometimes I still write to Twiggy) Misha, if you only saw how dad was hanging up coats yesterday— it was June, we pitted cherries and mother had scratches around her mouth. hands inside her skirt swelled like eyes, though their eyelids could not gather the mold in the bedroom—a train’s sleeping car, gently rocking on […]
The Search for Conceptual Writing in Dworkin and Goldsmith’s Against Expression edited by Craig Dworkin and Kenneth Goldsmith
(reviewed by Richard Kostelanetz)
AGAINST EXPRESSION: AN ANTHOLOGY OF CONCEPTUAL WRITING edited by Craig Dworkin and Kenneth Goldsmith Northwestern Univ. Press 656 pages reviewed by Richard Kostelanetz One of the curious cultural phenomena of our time is that radical epithets developed in the rather small audience for visual art acquire a prestige that makes them glibly applicable to arts […]
The Right Way Home
by Deborah Flanagan
All night a knife sleeps in the sand, next to a monk eating an onion in the desert. The knife slices through the onion’s delusions. The monk extracts knives of various shapes and sizes from his chest, throat, shoulder; wipes off each one, dabs at the blood. He is so hard on himself. The knife […]
