Poetry
… the pear and fig fall prior to their time, let the radios die and the hounds freeze over their meat. Let the balconies … is not enough, the equations of the mathematician must each come wrong, strangely, inexplicably, the remedies must run … But now the war can’t know what it wants: we make meals, pay a tax and dream nothing hard enough to wake us. Not …
Essays
… for dealing with it. One is curiosity. Why do you want to die? Why do you hope you die today? Why do you love to die? … first passion, as with just about any two-year-old, was animals, initially the livestock that populate just about every … baby book—cows and pigs and chickens. His first attempts at communication came from the farm, snorting and grunting, …
Fiction
… Most of the trip was spent in Kumasi, on his grandfather’s compound, where he and his mother played Uno at the kitchen … calmly said that perhaps he needed to experience this homecoming by himself. Kwasi was so tired, he didn’t put up a … might give him something to do, add to his clips. There was also the Ebola outbreak in West Africa that he could write …
… This gave me the right to go to Washington to take the orals, one day in May 1955. Four stern examiners at the State … I shall be a servant of the nation. But the first service coming was the military kind. The draft had not ended. The … ought to be. We were getting tough, and we felt like soldiers. We were Company B, and Company B had been filled with …
… Twins have been concocting little experiments like this and comparing their respective experiences pretty much … grounded in the overthrow of the prior antique/classical/medieval model of ourselves as living, precisely, at the … in question turns out to be about binocularity—two individuals completely in synch in an ongoing investigation into …
… Yet Guerard has not abandoned a fundamental commitment to clarity. Except for the brief tape recording … his dead mother’s life, deliberately reminds us of Quentin Compson’s research and conjecture in Absalom, Absalom! And … seven-year-old son. She flees to Los Angeles, presumably dies there in an accident in 1922, and is supposedly buried …