Category Archives: Literature

Aubade

Posted on October 10, 2007 by

I would worry about anyone resting too comfortably THAT close to D.C.   And, while poppies might do in a pinch, I’m sticking with my old standby: Darvocets and Whisky**.   In Proofs and Theories Gluck confessed writing essays on poetry for the same … Continue reading →

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Louise Gluck (plditallo)

Posted on October 6, 2007 by

I am typing this post from a comfortable hotel room North by Northwest of Washington, DC. I should be sleeping or “resting” (whatever that means–isn’t “resting” something our mothers said to settle us down on a fitful night before a … Continue reading →

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Chuck

Posted on September 9, 2007 by

Joseph Brodsky wasn’t thinking about Chuck Palahniuk when he talked about an exiled writer’s genre being that of tragicomedy, and he sure didn’t have in mind the same thing I do when I think of that quote in relation to … Continue reading →

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The Next Malcolm Cowley

Posted on August 30, 2007 by

P. read me this paragraph from Malcolm Cowley’s Exile’s Return, and a Lost Generation found me:  Somewhere the turn of a dirt road or the unexpected crest of a hill reveals your own childhood, the fields where you once played…, … Continue reading →

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