Dark Night’s Fly Catcher Dark Night’s Fly Catcher
Thatched myself Over with words. Night after night Thatched myself Anew against The pending eraser.
May 12, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Charles Simic
Sufferahs Sufferahs
Marlon James’s characters are caught in “the shitstem,” eternally waiting for something to change.
May 12, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Aaron Thier
Graphs and Legends Graphs and Legends
Raymond Williams tried to save culture from a priestly elite. Can the same be said of the digital humanities?
May 12, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Moira Weigel
Uninvited Guest Uninvited Guest
Dark thought on a sunny day Languid miss in distress Everyone’s blind date With a look of having a secret Knife drawer in a madman’s kitchen A lone crow flying about in the head Suicide’s friend Soft-footed gravedigger of our hopes Hell’s night nurse Bending over a cradle.
May 12, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Charles Simic
Nimbler Than Nimbyism Nimbler Than Nimbyism
D.W. Gibson gets beyond the banter about gentrification.
May 12, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Abigail Savitch-Lew
Diminishing Returns Diminishing Returns
The writings of Tom McCarthy are a case study in the application of theory to fiction.
May 12, 2015 / Books & the Arts / William Deresiewicz
Silent Film Silent Film
O winter evenings, When mother led me by the hand Into darkened cinemas Where a film had already started Like a dream someone else was having Into which we had walked in To find a young woman writing a letter And pausing to wipe her eyes In a room with a view of the gray sea And a bird flying about in a cage No one was paying any attention to, Nor to the white ship on the horizon, Perhaps drawing closer, perhaps sailing away. It was an occupied city, I forgot to say. We trudged our way home Bundled heavily against the cold, Keeping our eyes to the ground Along the treacherous, dimly lit streets
May 12, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Charles Simic
Night Owls Night Owls
Addicts of introspection Inmates of inner prisons Drawn and quartered Between body and soul Eyeballing time and eternity Making burglar tools Out of your brief exultations To pick the lock of their mystery Scribblers of briefs and writs Against a dissembling God Mad dogs of mystic love On your way to the pound Fellow sufferers, wretches like me And you pretty ladies too Each nailed to their own cross Let’s get some sleep if we can.
May 12, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Charles Simic
Inside Out Inside Out
With its new building, the Whitney Museum is now the best place to see modern and contemporary art in New York City.
May 6, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Barry Schwabsky
Crash-and-a-Half Crash-and-a-Half
Mourn the poem or porn locked inside or fried, the white scrambled pre-word, impulses so electric they’re post-, just the paths, the pulse. The embarrassment of backup forgotten, Alzheimer put on like a coat you paid a lot for, months owed to a machine. Here— take this, my life in numbered bundles. Don’t forget. Such blackness arrives always sudden and sad but peaceful, not even an accident this time. And you, half-brained, mea culpa the air where the data hadn’t risen to cloud height, so suitable for burial, disremembered, dismembered.
May 6, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Terese Svoboda