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Marcia Southwick

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Memories of Susquehanna: B. F. Skinner

When I was four, I stole a quarter from my grandmother's purse, and my father took me to a lecture about Sing Sing. The slides showed prisoners in black and white stripes splitting rocks with sledgehammers. In those days, I was still afraid of the gr [...]

Two Landscapes

I Those trees have a bad case of insomnia. I need a reasonable god. I can't go on believing in these disappearances— too many banal sunsets, too many lovers strolling, lost beneath the lunatic stars. Who is manning the switches? Who will save our [...]