Poetry
… lowered the navigable ceiling, fear made you silent, more competent, not allowing it to hold you, flying along rivers … and I trusted you in those 50-year old contraptions of balsawood and cloth, rocking as they puttered like child’s … trusted you not just with my life, but my death, happy to die with you, doing this. Only once—so steady and sure …
… edition, Jester quoted two well-known authors who had studied creative writing under Hazel. Bobbie Ann Mason … for James Baker Hall, Ed McClanahan, and Gurney Norman also profited from him, as would Charles Simic and Rita Mae … later in his splendid review of American Elegies, “A Poet Come in Glory,” that appeared in The Nation . Planz …
… of the reader over their shoulder. And the case is further complicated when the diarist in question happens to be a … who have been indefatigable in their devotion to Mann studies.(Richard Winston’s excellent biography of Mann’s early … each passing day is captured, not only its impressions, but also, at least by suggestion, its intellectual direction and …
Essays
… photographed, brazenly and surreptitiously, with and by complete strangers in Sri Lanka, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, … my mother was wont to enumerate the ways in which I would die were I to not obey her, as effectively blunt as the Old … grinders and miles of piping of various gauges. As Larry points and attempts to explicate the operation, our hero …
Talisman
… like my friend, it would be a naked declaration that I was committing myself to writing, that I had even created a … that then somehow seemed to both penetrate and then become these now-living spirits called characters. I would … years, painted blue and yellow, enclosing our initials in red. There are the two stones she gave me before we’d …
… she had done. The summer was agitated disbelief. But it was also—when she managed to push away Ria who kept springing up … and on a weekday morning—Charlestonians weren’t highly committed to rigid institutions like school. There he was, … to the ones she liked—”If I loved you . . .words wouldn’t come in an easy way,” “They . . .asked me how I knew . . .my …