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Beneath the Deep, Slow Motion
… left in the sun to dry. Bosco watches game shows and comedies, shouts at the screen, while Ray watches the river … behind Leo, makes a gun with his thumb and finger, and points it at the back of Leo’s head. They are like that for …
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Ghost Stories
… to recognize the ways in which anxiety over the future complements the emotional frequencies of conventional ghost … mysterious death. Louise was just a girl when her mother died from a fall in her building’s stairwell. Was she … ominous encroachment, of menace. In this way, her poem signals a national mood, fit for an issue built around …
Seance
… Seance Lillian’s husband Herb died on a Sunday. He was 78. It was Easter. The day before he died, someone brought an Easter Lily to the apartment as a … rose shawl—and on the table sat an enormous lily with words coming out of its white throat. She leaned forward like the …
William Blake. Prophet
… this sort struck him as normal and he spoke of them simply; commerce with the supernatural world never troubled him, and … one day when he was in his room, he thought he would die of terror: God was leaning in at his window. He has … the ground, naked, reading Milton with his obedient wife, also naked. “Come in,” said he to his horrified visitor. “We …
Discussions of Recent Books, Winter 1975
… and freshened the scene and made it as new as it had just come out of the hands of the Creator. Then the Lake. What an … years. After a brief interlude as Professor of Spanish Studies at Oxford, he assumed a variety of diplomatic and … in his or her inner essence the essence of one or more animals.” Seflor de Madariaga’s spirit is that of a bird: “I …
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In America
… In America   Late afternoon, late February in San Diego, the sky a gauze bandage             of blue light, … to marry him, he’s finally going to do it.             He points to the Band-Aid on his arm and tells me he sold his … know what to say about his dreams, which I believe will come to nothing, because this is America,             where …
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