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Journal or Chicago Tribune, we couldn't imagine starting our day without opening up a laptop, or more ... found out we didn't take a daily newspaper, offered to buy us a subscription to the Wall Street ... Journal. We couldn't very well turn him down, and soon we were gazing at stippled portraits of ...
ve continue to cling with obsessive tenacity, namely the organic netaphors by which we describe the ... of publication and presentation. When we apply the organic metaphors to the flourishing and de ... century now past. Finally we understand less than we should about art like that)f Barthelme, Brautigan, ...
tardiness As subscribers we enjoy On the doorstep or nearby Two leavings of the daily press Each flung by ... Page 24 from Issue 80 Editio Princeps" Austere and unforgiving spring Overshadowed by ... genitalia of plants, More delicately fleshed than ours In their colored underpants. With seasonable ...
the South. "Our men need our support," Mrs. Hoa said. "And we need good ... Page 80 from Issue 135-136 yellow Kryptonite, and ending with the varieties of meat in the ... and packets of chicken hearts, small and tender as button mushrooms. "Can't we just ...
Page 42 from Issue 80 Commutation We glide each morning beyond the green air, The tall trees ... pulsing with insects, the wives And children. Each follows a rite of way, We rumble through rubble to ... reach our station, Our office. Borne thus to work, the mind dives Past entrepor and Slavic orb-and-cross ...
Summer 2003
night, and I couldn't find the road to my own house. And when I asked about it, the coun trymen ... my house. It was completely dark and so I went to someone who lived nearby and I Issue 116 page ... a true musician and he also used to play for Easter Monday and at the New Year, passing from cottage to ...
his par ents' stay in our city half a century ago, it was true that the citizens here had ... didn't organize political studies or demand we report to him our inner thoughts. Peter J iao, his ... rarely maltreated him, and he had his own home in a nearby village. He was reticent most of the time; so ...
were not personally acquainted with Ovid, but that very nearby, in a hamlet named Maranus, we could ... Page 49 from Issue 88 The True Metamorphoses of Ovid Poets continue to live in their works, but ... much more rarely in their own bodies. Bodily survival is a thing for men who are strangers to poetry: ...
the 11 necessary miles of brilliant sea, with the boat smelling of dead fish and engine fumes, and our ... a cold, bright, early summer morning we sailed with our then three young children on an old white fishing ... produced: the sun, the black shining sea, the cluster of bleached houses, the bright boats, an enormous ...
