Contributors

Lydia Davis

Contributor History

Five Stories, Conjunctions:11
Three Stories, Conjunctions:13
Lord Royston’s Tour, Conjunctions:15
Four Stories, Conjunctions:17
Five Dark Tales, Conjunctions:18
Five Stories, Conjunctions:24
Broaching Difficult Dahlberg, Conjunctions:29
New Year’s Resolution, Multimedia 07-13-1998 (mp3, 00:02:20)
1944 Journal, Conjunctions:31
The Old Dictionary, Multimedia 06-02-1999 (mp3, 00:05:18)
Happy Memories, Conjunctions:34
From The Way by Swann’s, Conjunctions:38
Two Stories, Conjunctions:47
Reversible Story, Conjunctions:59

Biography

Lydia Davis’s recent books are The Collected Short Stores of Lydia Davis (Farrar, Straus and Giroux), a new translation of Flaubert’s Madame Bovary (Viking Penguin), and a chapbook entitled The Cows (Sarabande).

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In Print

Conjunctions:75

Dispatches from Solitude

Fall 2020
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

Hex

by Shane McCrae

January 11, 2021

One’s opportunities to be unhappy are

Unlimited. Or limited, but only by

One’s own imagination, which is powerful

But fragile, is defenseless, but is limited

Only by things unseen. As Bark Psychosis did it

Three Poems

by Maxine Chernoff

January 4, 2021

As life encroaches on the dreaming
bedpost, you remember

a chip of ice you found in river
sludge, its sheen a mute witness

to increments of change
as lens and pure belief.

Wonder Spot

by Gregg Williard

December 17, 2020

Even if we do have a self, all many of us want is to still the music, for a time. Transcend that individual identity, shuck off that convict walk of a mortal coil, to make a new beginning of a pulled-out piece of TV antenna with the glued-on plastic bead. To try and fool my parents and everybody else that I hadn’t gone and broken something in the house, again. That I could save it, fix it, we could fix it, make it new. Trying to quench this thirst for annihilation with the secret machine. Alcohol, sex, love and work wrote the shanties of self before. I lost those full- throated lines. So, I walked the meditation labyrinths. And studied bugs. In silence. Alone.