Criticism
… of literature is simply “indifference.” Against the coming wave of mass indifference, we can do nothing but join … England love Shakespeare? Didn’t entrenched WWI soldiers read Jane Austen to escape the unprecedented carnage? … institutions of liberal internationalism,” Emre says. She points out, “the paranoid literary aesthetics” of Man Who …
Fiction
… Instigator. The best way to settle a dispute is: Compromise, Vote, Debate, Lead pipe. I think about my … on the long pavement. Slowly, like young plants, our bodies rotated toward the sun. Sligo and I turned east, toward … God create something then ignore its fate? Was the devil also a part of God? If understanding was freedom, why had it …
Fiction
… without much friendliness. “I’ve got a slight head,” he complained, still looking at the ceiling. A single fly, … haven’t got any sympathy.” He crossed to the dresser and studied himself in the mirror. “I can take it off right away,” … in the sun from the kitchen windows, falling loose and uncombed over the crisp green cloth. Her bare feet were stuck …
Poetry
… chair, having never told a living soul about her boy who died as she, for the first time, holds him. 2 Look, … before he’d ride full-price to heaven. 9 How does the boy become the man lolling on a gurney? How could the young nurse … 10 Because we are so far away the zippered strands of DNA compose themselves like stalks in a far cornfield, or like …
Fiction
… Creatures of This Place I have come to visit Texas, the bayou country. If I sit here the … can be discussed, from several altogether practical standpoints, including the most practical of all, economical. I … come except without coming I would not have seen the lizard die a mysterious death on the claws of the cat, would not …
Poetry
… he adorned himself with the townspeople’s best language. He commissioned a photo, which he turned into Christmas cards. … the photo finds the homepage. The Empathetic Dictator has died , the newspaper reports. The townspeople are sad . The …