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… stand poised, pristinely, on the glinting edge, so you come to feel yourself suspended in a fluency that would be … parabolic sands, like finest brushstrokes lacing the shoals— shallows of moon snails, whelks, skate eggs, these …

… a nice appreciation of David Foster Wallace’s 2005 Kenyon Commencement Speech , now released as a book titled This Is … ineluctable and unanswerable question: Why? Bissell also draws attention to Wallace’s invocation of the cliché … any references to suicide because that’s the way the author died. (This modification of the text also raises the …

… learn to hate so purely it could have swept me cleanly and completely out of myself. Perhaps that’s what civilization … to be able to feel only one way. But who hasn’t imagined committing some unforgivable act? What does it prove that … the papers, afraid, sometimes, of what we understand. 525-526 By Lawrence Raab …

… A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby- Dick!” The white whale comes out of the sea in order to do battle with his human … the sea utterly surrounded and embraced by the land. Olson points to this fact in talking about the trip that Melville … computes the size of individual stones. It refuses to be studied or adequately comprehended. It still looms in my …

… it all these years; who expects to get that close to what points to heaven? Now we could study the salt-peeled paint … since the Methodists decamped, their severe white ark become a museum instead. Two, actually: first a temple of the … folding easels for still lifes on the lawn or portrait studies by the bay, or scattered on the streets to paint what …