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Page 185 from Issue 80 II The epistolary novel brings letter-writing and the writing of books ... present is "cracked" by him, boiled down to its most banal "message," ... Piglia's novel contains its own dead-letter office in the form of a censor named Arocena, who receives ...
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Again Consider the Wind Print Pages:  Page 57 from Issue 80 Again Consider the Wind Brooks Haxton ... The wind continuing to turn and turn back in its turning does not sing, though in December it may ... will turn back in its turning and the sound where tiny spurs of ice rake through the splintered grain ...
Page 101 from Issue 80 watch me and my little sisters and at times she would just start to cry. ... playing in the dirt-and she would just break down and cry." "Let's go to bed ... the marches, they will kill you. The black man and the black woman are the child. It is like a movie ...
Page 230 from Issue 80 Later that month, on June 20, 1958, Plath sums up her situation: My motto ... and am battling depression. It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous ... positive and despairing negative-which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it. I am now ...
Page 15 from Issue 80 dismantling concentrated histories perversion tourists foolishness ... quarter-inch shimmering opposite gossiping opposite devouring, endlessly 15 Issue 80 page ...
Page 56 from Issue 80 But the view was grand-low hills on the horizon and the sun just beginning ... there, down in the stable's trough, the sun leapt back, shot back up in a cone like flame. And ... it seemed that this is how it must have been that night: the magi come, their gilt gifts and sequined ...
Page 43 from Issue 80 Ladder Hard beside you, in your bronze car, I felt as one who'd ... traveled far To reach, at last, a ladder's base. It rose through torrents of endless air To clouds ... lively tongues, Sweetly, sweetly we climbed the rungs. 43 Issue 80 page ...
Page 264 from Issue 80 Like Bishop, Winters can maintain a cool assurance even when deal­ ing with ... house; a disturbed black boy com­ mitting suicide in a school bathroom). Like other urban poets she can ... Issue 80 page ...
Page 58 from Issue 80 drove this nail through this plank into the crossbeam with three strokes so ... that the steel rang, I was there, and the wind carried the music across the pond. 58 Issue 80 page ...
Page 109 from Issue 80 course angles steeply down and as it dives into the Ring I know. I know why ... into its orbit. See, there, iridium, it says, and swivels my cameras everywhere around me. Feel, there, ... Somehow, although weight grows everywhere in me, and my cameras swivel helplessly down into falling, ...

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