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Braque and Broch, Kafka and Kandinsky. Instead of burrowing into it, she bought a Woolworth notebook and ... help. It had helped Kafka, and Kafka was a pillar of her marooned dissertation, The Dissolv­ ing Self in ... began burrowing into herself, her life with Jay. It went slowly. Kafka observed himself dissolve, ...
discussed only as a series of for­ mal manipulations. Perhaps its effect is like that of a Rorschach blot ... to disparage his desire for order and structure and to disrupt it altogether. Art can only represent ... meaning" (States 6). Perhaps it is the shape of the unheard hysteria that is the mental landscape of ...
Eugene Wildman
someone who crossed my life one winter right when the fifties were drawing to an end. I had come out of ... the Army to finish my last year at school, but I ran into a woman named Sonnie who smashed me. I quit ... school instead and took a room on one of the side streets off Central Park West, where the analysts ...
Page 99 from Issue 80 through that with lovemaking their words would be dissolved. She would ... played hide-and- 99 Issue 80 page ... it?" he said. "What if we waited an hour? What if we just waited here and sat still for an ...
red ring. It burned down my gullet like a coal of fire. I didn't know how I was going to live ... a darkest night, black as ink, was over us, the way it is back here when the moon's away, black as ... my flesh like I had done so many times, my secret to my own damnation, and then I saw that ...
Richard Stern
Dissolv­ ing Self in Braque and Broch, Kafka and Kandinsky. Instead of burrowing into it, she bought ... keeping a diary would help. It had helped Kafka, and Kafka was a pillar of her marooned dissertation, The ... a Woolworth notebook and began burrowing into herself, her life with Jay. It went slowly. Kafka observed ...
use of technology would be tedious, running the risk of turning into its own version the bad sex ... developing a storyline around Twitter, and then 10 years from now when Twitter is gone we'll all laugh ... at how dated it seems. The lack of technology in books stems from a couple sources. For one, overt ...
Page 77 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY lowed poor Melly into oblivion. My friend Laetitia Oracle was ... INK: Welcome back to Trenton, Soup. Don't worry-no one knows you are here. And take your feet ... no less fond of her pet than I of my dear bionic chum, but in the enlightened state of Louisiana ...
your widest dream of water. It seizes me as an idea of my own body: to dissolve at the edges into heavy ... Page 129 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY Here is a new metaphor. My thirst was beyond the bounds of ... mist, covering the dry land I once uttered, rendering vague and formless the hard blue forms and clear ...
desk, sprawled out in a garish parody of the pedant adoze over his dry books, The great blot of ink on ... it enough in my lifetime, haven't I? Never make a book. But a little-a little opusculum ... Page 100 from Issue 8 So it is, he thought. Or said. He wasn't sure which. And ...

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