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  • January 11, 2001

    On Passing Up Marc Racicot for Attorney General in Favor of John Ashcroft

    This Racicot seemed like Bush's sort of guy:
    Pro-life, he thought that killers ought to fry.
    Though right-wing to the core in many ways,
    He was, the Christian right said, soft on gays.
    They told Bush that he ought to give the nod
    To Ashcroft, who believes he speaks for God.
    "OK," said Bush. Though not perhaps so glad, he
    Bowed quickly to the wackos, like his daddy--
    Yes, like the Bush to whom we bid adieu.
    We now know what we have here: Lapdog II.

    Calvin Trillin


  • January 5, 2001

    Yuletide All the Time

    We're sorry, but we do not have permission to present this article on our website. It is an excerpt from Upside Down: A Primer for the Looking-Glass World (Metropolitan). © 2000 by Eduardo Galeano. Translation © 2000 by Mark Fried.

    Eduardo Galeano

  • January 5, 2001

  • January 5, 2001

    Dream Notebook

    What will become of these
    my many lives,
    abandoned each morning abruptly to their own fates?

    Of the fox who stopped to look up at me,
    bright death stippling her muzzle,
    and announced--clearly, simply--"I was hungry"?
    Of the engine left half-disassembled,
    the unmendable roofleaks, the waiting packed bags?

    Cloudbellies of horses drinking at sunset.
    Fierce embraces remembered half a day if at all.

    Even the bedside jar of minute and actual seashells
    wavers and thins--
    though each was lifted, chosen,
    I no longer recall if it was in joy or distraction,
    in foreknowledge or false belief.

    How much more elusive, these half-legible scribblings.
    If souvenirs at all, they are someone else's.
    As each of my memories,
    it seems, is destined to be someone else's,

    to belong to a woman who
    looks faintly like me and whom I wish well,
    as one would any stranger passed in a shop, on the street.

    Jane Hirshfield