hawk eye/worried I know I am going to play blues 9. Some other/o men/got my name and the blues got ... Davenport opens its arms Opens my wounds with memory The river is its voice 2. Here The blues singer ... remains of Robert Johnson’s amalgam of groans Here silence is my monologue This is no asylum there fore ...
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and shout that you surrender. We won't harm you then, as we are not harming you now. You will ... one speaks. During the silence, though, army planes bomb the area. The soldiers fall to the ground and ... they could have bombed more accurately). The explosions are a dis tance away, in the river, but the ...
parts of the story. And I had to unlearn some things. My early drafts are all very barebones, like, ... sorrow, beautifully wrought on the page. We are with Lilly and Joe on the streets of Manhattan. We are ... his two fingers. We hear her father’s voice. And in listening to his voice, we feel the pain of loss ...
after we listened to the song in silence at least twice. So I got the hint. Then, after “Truckin’,” Sam ... I dare to speak while The Mick is crooning, then Sam, the purist, will insist we start the track at the ... beginning, and listen all over again, and only after every track is consumed will we go on to some other ...
dead could speak the spells empowering his going out by day and going out by night, preventing his ... could utter these, and half a thousand other spells that ensured survival. What could have silenced such ... Page 110 from Issue 82 have silenced the entire people- a people for whom speech was literally ...
my work. In some poems, the words are light rain, the rhythm gentle and steady. In others, the tone ... amplifying the collective memory and the lives we live every day. TQ: There are several interesting points in ... Orange” and other such poems— “Brendan’s Key,” “Brendan’s Twitter,” and “Hai”—changing his voice into ...
speak. "I have a few things to say," I say to myself. This is how I prepare my seminar, ... voyages into your internal silence. We never reach the goal hoped for. But we can reach a goal unhoped ... foster it. The text comes over me too fast for my slowness in recording. What to do? I take down the ...
behind my back. Then Emma peered into my face. “Once I got babysat by Jamie Kitchka.” We gazed at each ... foot” into other people’s business. My mother believed in privacy and self-sufficiency. We never hosted ... intestines ached. Would I have to stay out here all day, and then—then, eat with these people? In my ...
as speaking with its own luminous autonomy. We are slightly shocked to see it in a magazine. Marked ... literary history; and we are averse to relics, sharing as we do the inclination of men over the last two ... centuries to be so historical that we are impatient with history. Nothing is so old as yesterday's ...
Spender led off for the second time that day. Speaking impressively in his slightly stooped, silvery, ... Kinsella quote energetically and movingly the verses taken from his days as a young man courting in Dublin. ... Deserta." With Kinsella's stint over, we swung by the Orrington, picked up Eleanor Kinsella, along ...
