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from/for E.B.B.
How do I love thee — O metaphor that is my gravity. I love thee by light and word — the level of my world.
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Vienna Postcard 8: Budapest
A Little Blue Flag for Europe We spent May Day — a big holiday in Hungary, as in much of the rest of Europe — down in the southern city of Pécs. May Day was also the date of what has been rather awkwardly called the “EU Enlargement.” (Could another term have been devised? Does […]
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Vienna Postcard 5: Prague – March 24, 2004
The Duncan Coat Not long before we left Chicago, Margaret Sloan gave me a Harris Tweed blazer that had belonged to Robert Duncan. She had been keeping it for years, since the time Duncan had passed away in 1988. Larry Casalino, her husband, had been Duncan’s physician (& Jess’s too); but the jacket didn’t quite […]
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05.10.04
There’s a bounty of new material here for you this update. On the prose front, we’ve got Peter O’Leary’s Budapest Postcard & excerpts from Norman Finkelstein’s notes for his monumental Track; poems this round come from Pam Rehm & Stacy Szymaszek; & Drew Kunz has contributed both picks & a watercolor. What more could you […]
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Vienna Postcard 6: Budapest – April 8, 2004
Auf Wiedersehen Wien On April 1, we drove in a rented Skoda stationwagon (they call them “kombis” over here), packed to its rafters with all our suitcases, the fold-up stroller positioned between Rebecca’s legs, the only free space left, from Vienna to Budapest. Any move makes me anxious; traversing an international border in such a […]
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from The Book of Acts:
Acts of AnxietyReady or not the day comes on It sits upon us with one accord Anytime a door is opened Anywhere Many are the expectations Amassed And it shall come to pass The world of consequence be with you Always
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shift at oars (from Emptied of All Ships)
water relives reservoir boat bottom draft displaced º lineal thought backward body no one knows the brains I am now º tree an oar origin joints ruptured soak in deep ink º wallpaper remnant flower float chandelier brief case hundred words logged erode my Arabic º congestion of resin person forecasts final position restless sleep […]
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from The Book of Acts:
Acts of InterpretationTo become a kind of emissary I have found Wonder in pieces Moving towards me, slowly All at once the depts of time Abide Inside A lantern on the internal Intensified You can define prospect with only so much Certainty Rain pooled in the streets’ hollow I shallow the news Someone is gambling for control […]