05.06.08
| Shawn Vestal, Two Stories
Julian visits. He’s the kind of person who will say, over dinner, to your wife, that he believes tattoos are ruining pornography. |
04.29.08
| Anne Sanow, Souls, Seduction of
Which ones do you hate, Mercy, she asks me. |
04.22.08
| Nancy Leonard, Two Poems
Anthropologies of dance |
04.15.08
| James McCorkle, Two Poems
Over shimmered flats, ray and tarpon,/ shimmering all silver/ light, titanium white |
04.04.08
| Christopher Boucher, Two Stories
Then everything became slippery. Suddenly I couldn’t hold my wife’s hand, couldn’t grasp the chess pieces when we played. |
03.28.08
| Robert Fernandez, Polyhedron
Intending to begin at the billowing page, the flesh calls back its bulls, the divers arrange themselves, occur as gods (loa) occur: that is pliant, beds of mushrooms (pendentives), intersected by light. |
03.21.08
| Alexander Vvedensky, Two Episodes from God May Be All Around, translated by Eugene Ostashevsky
VENUS, sitting in her broken-down bedroom and trimming her last nails: |
03.14.08
| Suzanne Rindell, Three Poems
Yet another idea of the self:/ a multitude of fragments/ temporarily moving as one,/ each dissent a quick death |
03.07.08
| Julie Phillips Brown, Fantomina: A Fantasia in Verse
A young Lady of distinguished Birth, Beauty, Wit, and Spirit, happened to be in a Box one Night at the Playhouse; where, though there were a great Number of celebrated Toasts, she perceived several Gentlemen extremely pleased themselves with entertaining a Woman who sat in a Corner of the Pit, and, by her Air and Manner of receiving them, might easily be known to be one of those who come there for no other Purpose, than to create Acquaintance with as many as seem desirous of it. |
02.29.08
| D.E. Steward, Oktombro
Perspective as in great mountains where we're less than ants in the dunes |
02.22.08
| Martha Ronk, Five Objects
You enter the room in which each item has been carefully placed, not perfectly or according to any specific aesthetic rules, but by whim, one's idiosyncratic sense that a certain item belongs here or exactly there, next to the other. |
02.15.08
| John Holliday, The Assembly
There came a point when I had firmly instituted myself in The Assembly, had inserted myself in The Society, had rightly secured my position in The Outfit whose subject matter and topical goings-on are totally irrelevant and extraneous to the material being processed here, |
02.08.08
| Lucas Southworth, Same Life / Different One
There is a man and there is a woman. There is a house with high ceilings, painted white. There are photographs here, all hanging and framed, all shrouded in shadow. |
02.01.08
| Scott Henkle, Cosima
In the fall of 1936 Grazia Cosima Deledda wrote: When I was a young woman I left Sardinia for Rome, where I have lived ever since and where I sit now and write this, having not returned to Sardinia in many years. |
01.25.08
| Brian Christian, High Latency: Faith as a Necker Cube and the Erotics of Lag
Both my grandfather and my uncle have had careers as professional drummers, and my father and I are compulsive tappers, our fingers fidgeting endlessly on every available surface—a dashboard, a tabletop, a thigh. |
01.18.08
| Sandra Newman, The Potato Messiah: A Love Song
that certain peoples in those isles had heads filled with raw potato instead of brains, and this did not prevent them going on to achieve competitive salaries. |
01.10.08
| David Huerta, Toward the Surface, translated by Mark Schafer
The surface is dark. |
01.10.08
| Ann Lauterbach, What We Know As We Know It:
Reading "Litany" with JA
It has long been my contention, or suspicion, or just unverified hunch, that John Ashbery (like Gertrude Stein) has had some relation to William James and American pragmatism. |
01.10.08
| Cole Swensen, Besides, of Bedouins
A hotel is distinguished by its many rooms, and a room always stands for a moment of the mind, so every collection of poetry is necessarily a hotel, a sequence of spaces threaded in and above, and there within we live, in passing, in a corridor, in what brushes by your sleeve, the underscore of breath. | 01.03.08
| T. Zachary Cotler, Three Poems
Extinct women and men are falling/ through the wires. |
12.27.07
| Daniel Grandbois, Three Stories
The old man made a list of things that would not notice his death. |
12.27.07
| Jed Perl, A Magically Alive Aesthetic
In John Ashbery's art criticism the revelations arrive casually, offhandedly, as if unannounced. |
12.13.07
| Russell Banks, from The Reserve
At six, well before the rest of the family woke, Jordan Groves left his bed. |
12.13.07
| Peter Straub, The Oath Unbroken
I wish this could be less personal, but it can't. |
12.11.07
| Peter Orner, Birding with Lanioturdus
North of Goas Farm, along the eastern edge of the Namib, the scrub reaching out before us, the knobby Erongo Mountains rising like blue elbows in the distance. |
12.06.07
| Mark Irwin, Two Poems
long, jointed bones, floating like a bird's |
11.30.07
| Rick Moody, Cardinal in a Forsythia
Lost: Sister's wallet. Her guitar. Her boyfriend. Eyeglasses. Smoking jacket. |
11.29.07
| Nick Kocz, Acquiescence
Roving packs of five-year olds roam the overgrown lots by the abandoned steel mills. |
11.22.07
| Charles Bernstein, The Meandering Yangtze
If you didn't know what was going to happen next would you live your life any differently? |
11.15.07
| Kevin Killian, Where the North Begins (1923)
North of '51 is a land of endless snow and whispering pines |
11.15.07
| Reginald Shepherd, Only in the Light of Lost Words Can We Imagine Our Rewards
There is no guarantee that any other trees will offer such muted epiphanies, or even that these trees would do so on a different morning. |
11.09.07
| Elizabeth Gumport, The Pool House
Every once in awhile, another ghost moves into the pool house. |
11.02.07
| Paul Hoover, From Sonnet 56
Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said/ Thy edge should blunter be than appetite |
10.25.07
| Eric Linsker, Three Poems
I forgot it is going to snow |
10.18.07
| Martine Bellen, Year of the Bird
On the seventh day of the seventh month, Golden Bird Chinese Food opens its doors |
10.11.07
| Jonathan Thirkield, Two Elegies
I remember a tree of a painting. |
10.04.07
| Amy Catanzano, Objects of the Visible Language
Do you believe in the once indivisibility of atoms? |
09.27.07
| Sven Birkerts, The Other Walk
This morning, going against all convention, I turned right instead of left and took my circuit—one of my circuits—in reverse. |
09.13.07
| Rachel Blau DuPlessis, Draft 85: Hard Copy
17 May 1986./ Or whenever "now" is. |
09.11.07
| New to Audio Vault: Peter Orner reads an excerpt from Birding with Lanioturdus
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09.06.07
| Colleen Hollister, The Pool
It's not Jenny who runs, or Elizabeth. |
08.30.07
| Laynie Browne, From Wave Offering
Today is day one of the Omer |
08.23.07
| Matt Reeck, Two Poems
The rostrum is able to mail./ Malachy owns a keyshop. |
08.16.07
| Julia Cohen, Three Poems
Comb the chrysalis from your beard to fasten the milkweed |
08.09.07
| Monica McFawn, The Slide Turned on End
"Humankind yearns for its amoebaean roots, hence Abstraction." Pause. Pause. |
08.02.07
| Kathleen Donohoe, Influenza, Mother of God
We ought to search for Lil when the woods have thinned for winter. |
07.26.07
| Christina Mengert, Five Poems
Inside blaze/ earthly figuration/ the lover in pieces at the mouth |
07.19.07
| Andrew R. Touhy, Three Fictions
Perhaps three days' journey south, southwest, across a salt desert leading to an ancient wood dense with black cypress and a strain of ivy so fierce its creeping roots are said to choke even the soil it feeds upon, lies Cieloso, city of floating men and women. |
07.12.07
| Tasha Haas, Elegy for the Sentence
I remembered the sentence when I saw the old man and woman walking on the shore the man with a plank for a leg a war having kept the leg. |
07.05.07
| Ellen Hinsey, Notebook A: Notes on Wakefulness and Being
The body resists its knowledge of oneness—as if to exist it must renounce that from which it was issued. |
06.21.07
| Tayt Harlin, Interview with David Markson
I had a great deal of trouble getting started. I don’t know whether I was afraid or just thought I was bullshitting the world and myself. |
06.14.07
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Román Antopolsky, Four Poems, translated by Michelle Gil-Montero
Hand on the wall my/ time in turn to/ mute |
05.31.07
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Robert Urquhart, Works
place Pigalle night nine teen o five/ The house of Dr Gachet |
05.23.07
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Victoria Blake, A Hill in Spain
On our honeymoon, I caught a stomach bug in Spain |
05.16.07
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Rod Smith, Five Lyrics
The codes reawake |
05.09.07
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Jason Grunebaum, Major Nixon
Rob Nixon, do you remember me? |
05.02.07
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James Grinwis, They Found the Claw and Hung from It Chimes
The Aztec baby came in on the back of the wolf. |
05.02.07
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John D'Agata, Essay on What Is Want
When my mother and I first moved to the city of Las Vegas, we lived for several weeks at the Budget Suites of America, a low-rise concrete pink motel with AIR COND and WEEKLY RATES and a Burger King next door. |
05.02.07
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Juliana Leslie, Three Poems
Everything inside of everything else |
04.25.07
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Michael Stewart, The Devil, A Digression
The Devil has black tangled hair. |
04.25.07
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Robert Olen Butler, from Intercourse
On a patch of earth cleared of thorns and thistles, a little east of Eden, the first day after the new moon of the fourth month of the eighth year after Creation |
04.22.07
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Rikki Ducornet, Divorce
There are many reasons why I offer myself—in a manner of speaking—to a staggering number of young men, all Japanese. |
04.18.07
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Kevin Magee, Work Song
It is an hour. One/ of those hours. |
04.11.07
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Juliana Leslie, Paul Klee
How to compose a question: to spell the word blue/ in Paul Klee's painting entitled Paul Klee's The color blue
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04.04.07
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Carlos Dews, The Other Borges: A Fiction
The encounter I will describe here occurred in the Buenos Aires mid-winter of 2004; it has taken me until now to muster the courage to recount it and to conclude, as the gentleman involved insisted, that it contains a story that must be told.
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03.28.07
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Erika Howsare, Is It Twice as Big?
We'd just gotten up./ We'd washed our faces./ Sky-blue mugs of coffee.
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03.21.07
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Ariana Reines, Two Poems
The water needs a forder.
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03.14.07
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Jason Schwartz, A Map of Her Town
The knife recurs as a figure in certain rooms.
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03.05.07
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Megan Pugh, Three Poems
We need new ways of living/
without resorting to crocodiles/
in wading pools.
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02.25.07
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Thomas Hopkins, The Ones Who Came After the Ones Who Could Fly
My father, like every man of his generation in our country, never quite got over the loss of flight.
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02.19.07
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Robert J. Bertholf, Interview with Theodore Enslin
What is the relationship in your mind between musical forms and lexical forms in a poem, or what is the process for translating musical form into poetry?
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02.11.07
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Rebecca Stoddard, from The Woodblock Prints
"a swan and its reflection on the water's black surface"
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02.04.07
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New to Audio Vault: John Barth reads an excerpt from I've Been Told: A Story's Story
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01.28.07
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Juan Martinez, The Coca-Cola Executive in the Zapatoca Outhouse
The Coca-Cola executive was kind to me, though everyone was being kind that summer.
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01.21.07
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New to Audio Vault: William H. Gass reads an excerpt from A Little History of Modern Music
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01.21.07
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Clark Coolidge, Five Poems
The pup is gone want an amoeba?
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01.17.07
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Eva Hooker, Three Poems
Round uneven sumptuous it heaves up its weight
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01.08.07
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Anthony Hawley, Rothko Chapel Sequence
spaces/ farther off/ are spaces/ farther off
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12.26.06
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Philip Pinch, Trail System
I flush out a bird.
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12.18.06
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David Shields, Flood
Rain falls like needles, but Carla’s parents’ back porch, sheltered by a lean-to roof and enclosed by a tight green net, keeps us dry.
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12.11.06
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Jon Thompson, Three Poems
How the entire story is enjambed with color |
12.11.06
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Donald Revell, Can't Stand It
I hear the elephant music/ Of the rusted swings
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11.27.06
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Kim Chinquee, Bobcat
I’d just turned thirteen. I was sitting in the hayloft.
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11.16.06
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Rachel Levitsky, The Story of My Accident Is Ours
If I no longer exist, if in fact I may never have existed in the first place, then do I have a name?
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11.04.06
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Tomaž Šalamun, translated by Brian Henry, Three Poems
You didn't satisfy to us, man from Australia
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10.09.06
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Noah Eli Gordon, Eight Experiments in Artifice
A barge passing below a bridge is an example of a green horizon free from the expectation of green. |
09.29.06
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Matthew Cheney, The Art of Comedy
We had all failed by then—failed as husbands, |
09.15.06
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Joseph Starr, Before You Leave La Spezia
You Must See the Church
I won’t need to tell you how we built it, the dwelling, the house. |
09.08.06
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Justine Haemmerli, To Be Taken
I am going to write a story called "To Be Taken." |
09.01.06
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Joni Tevis, Bather, Alone: An Essay
Some cave naked for fear of contaminating the water they mean to study. |
08.23.06
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Sandra Meek, Three Poems
Another pearl scimitar / sheathed in fawn
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08.08.06
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Geoffrey O'Brien, A History of Religions
Can you remember when you began to know that you were living in a medieval world?
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08.01.06
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Karen Russell , ZZ's Sleep-Away Camp
for Disordered Dreamers
Emma and I are curled together in the basket of the Insomnia Balloon, our breath coming in soft quick bursts.
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07.17.06
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Erin Lambert, Two Poems
If the landscape has a pattern then it begins with your wrist
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07.03.06
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Andrew Mossin, The Book of A
A voice comes to one in the dark. Her voice or mine.
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06.17.06
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Diane Ackerman, Give and Go
Rolling over astroturf to his feet, the ball caught willowy Beckenbauer midstride.
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06.08.06
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Brian Richardson, from The Twenty-Four Words for Snow
Above the Arctic Circle the sun sets and does not rise again for weeks.
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05.24.06
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Adam Golaski, from Four selections from COLOR PLATES part 4: Mary Cassatt
From an aperture she has made in the Venetian blinds she watches leaves fall.
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05.09.06
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Marcella Durand, From Traffic and Weather
Coming across the floor to greet us
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05.02.06
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Justin Lacour, Five Poems
Back then nostalgia was a doll, / you could swallow.
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04.26.06
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Brian Lucas, Four Poems
Upon the comal crop, winter, I separate what's mine. Mimic me. Thorny.
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04.22.06
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New to Audio Vault
Carole Maso, the author of Ava and Defiance reads from her story "The Passion of Anne Frank."
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04.19.06
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Brian Lucas, Two Poems
Thorny sky the possession enjoyment brings suspended in a circle of blue messages.
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04.11.06
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Toby Olson, Calavera
There are stories handed down through generations, not because children desire and are in need of them, but because their parents now understand them and can remember sitting at the knees of their own parents, listening to the telling.
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04.03.06
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Rebecca Reynolds, Two Poems
Take the sentence and divide out:
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03.15.06
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Juan Emar, The Green Bird
A 1937 story, with an introduction by Pablo Neruda and an illustration by the author, translated into English for the first time.
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03.07.06
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Terese Svoboda, Zoo Throes
We don't start then. It's an hour later, after snakes, after monkeys.
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02.28.06
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Megan Martin, Three Stories
They were bored, highly irritated by the goings-on of the world, not to mention sick and tired of one another, so they decided to make Texarkana again.
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02.21.06
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Dawn Raffel, Her Purchase
The woman is awake now. She opens her purse.
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02.14.06
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Nadia Herman Colburn, Five Poems
In the box there was no beginning and no end, but an openness stopped on all sides by the edges.
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02.07.06
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Thomas Hummel, Three Poems
if keeper shall her self infected house
twenty eight after the person dying
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02.06.06
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New to Audio Vault
Emily Barton, the author of The Testament of Yves Gundrun reads from her just published novel, Brookland.
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01.31.06
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Jason Schwartz, Preamble
The bed recurs as a figure in certain burnings—the torches fixed to boards, for skeletons, and the boiling oil in pots, in urns, in bowls.
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01.24.06
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Marjorie Welish, Two Poems
When next more likely pantheonic backward-looking aspect, / it obtains that coin.
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01.17.06
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Aaron Bannister, Three Poems
Conviction is an engine, yes, / but idleness bubbles and babbles, too.
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01.10.06
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New to Audio Vault
Edmund White, the author of A Boy's Own Story and The Beautiful Room is Empty reads from his latest novel, Fanny: A Fiction.
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01.09.06
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Michael C. Boyko, From The Hour Sets
The researcher walks to the nine o'clock station and circles the cube, taking notes and making sketches.
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12.17.05
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Rosmarie Waldrop, Five Poems
Impossible. Without the idea of counting. To imagine numbers.
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12.17.05
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Matthew Cooperman, Between Tongues: An Interview with Rosmarie Waldrop
Poet, translator and publisher, Rosmarie Waldrop has, over the last forty years, brilliantly aided and abetted the conversations of the avant garde between America and the European continent.
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12.13.05
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New to Audio Vault
Essayist, cultural critic, translator and poet Eliot Weinberger reads his poem Lacandons.
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12.12.05
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Conjunctions:45 Special Online Supplement
Daniel Coudriet, Three Poems
All of the children held in a blue sweater, / who is it knitting them together with tiny thumbs.
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12.09.05
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Shelley Jackson, 
The gallows is the highest thing for miles.
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12.05.05
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Conjunctions:45 Special Online Supplement
Lesley Yalen, Levittown
On the broken slate under the Epstein's carport, eight feet in eight canvas shoes made a circle.
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11.18.05
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Conjunctions:45 Special Online Supplement
Catherine Imbriglio, Two Poems
I have no one to talk with about my behavior.
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11.18.05
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Conjunctions:45 Special Online Supplement
Sandra Leong, Birth of a Brother
Sometimes I stay home from work without any excuse.
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11.08.05
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New to Audio Vault
Gahan Wilson reads from Nuts
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10.21.05
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Ashley VanDoorn, Two Poems
Executives have been instructed with this defense:
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10.11.05
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New to Audio Vault
Frederick Tuten reads from Voyagers
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10.09.05
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Elizabeth Hand, Kronia
We never meet.
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09.24.05
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Andrew Mossin, ARC XX: PATERFAMILIA
Of surrender or denial, surrender and denial
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09.09.05
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Elizabeth Sanger, Three Poems
Finally, how to carry the sky/ at twilight? A rose so cool
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08.26.05
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Sarah Riggs, Responsibilities of the Champagne Flutes
Here is a glass on this table.
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08.11.05
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Soyoung Jung, Three Poems
It starts with examining our shores.
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07.27.05
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Jenny Boully, The Book of Beginnings & Endings
And if it were possible to pursue the bleeding heart dove to her nest, what then?
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07.27.05
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Forrest Gander, Mission Thief
Picking up/ toward evening, bay breezes
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07.03.05
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Can Xue, translated by Rong Cai, The Castle's Origin
When all reasons to "live" are negated, and when one sentences oneself to death
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06.12.05
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Andrew Zawacki, Storm, lustral
Blue as already the shoreline
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05.31.05
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Friedrich Hölderlin, translated by Paul Hoover and Maxine Chernoff, Nine Poems
You walk above in the light, / Soulful genius, on a yielding floor!
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05.21.05
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Paul McCormick, THE EXOTIC MOODS OF LES BAXTER
Memory of silt and blush.
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05.09.05
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David Schuman, Miss
At the time, my daughter was known as Whitey the Cat.
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03.31.05 to 05.07.05
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In Memoriam
Robert Creeley
May 21, 1926–March 30, 2005
Tributes
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04.27.05
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Kimberly Burwick, Three Poems
I leave with that voice? In Austria the alps are blowing
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04.15.05
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Ted Mathys, from Quandaries
imprisoned on the fissure the figure considers
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03.10.05
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Julianne Buchsbaum, Four Poems
an eternity of New Wave
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02.23.05
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Noah Eli Gordon, how human nouns
THEY SAID THE SMALLEST WOODEN HORSE WAS DEAD IN YOUR COSTUME
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02.11.05
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Catherine Cafferty, Scavenger's Daughter
I would walk a tightrope for you
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01.13.05
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Joseph Campana, Stations
1. First, Audrey is in the garden. She will be there in the end.
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01.05.04
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Meghan Ferrill, IS EE YO UA RE
Ibak is my name.
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12.30.04
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Toby Olson, Swiss Miss
Lingers now in peace upon the swollen tide.
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11.22.04
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Sandra Meek, Two Poems
To morning, this striped coat of climates
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11.16.04
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Rachel Blau DuPlessis, Draft 59: Flash Back
A half glass carafe,/ a choice red ochre chalk
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10.18.04
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G.C. Waldrep, from Archicembalo
Ask if this showing will make a better weave.
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09.22.04
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Eric Baus, I know the letters this way
The way I talk is a result of the way I hear her I was told but it took how long to show up in cursive.
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08.17.04
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Marjorie Welish, An Interview with Marjorie Welish, by Matthew Cooperman
What informs the decision to paint or write is a question about what necessitates the choice.
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08.09.04
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Alexander Theroux, Two Poems
What frightens little kids/ about the flying monkeys in The Wizard of Oz/ was never their faces,
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08.01.04
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Stephen Ratcliffe, from CLOUD / RIDGE
pale blue white haze in front of the vertical plane
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07.08.04
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Joshua Harmon, Summer Letters
shored up inside still
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07.06.04
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David Shields, Boys' Bodies
My cat, Zoomer, is exceedingly centripetal and social.
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06.06.04
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Logan Burns, At the Drive-In with Reciprocal Rib
1. the opposite of light is light approaching itself
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06.01.04
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Kira Henehan, The Skirmish
And then I died and went to France.
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05.26.04
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Ann Lauterbach, Still No Still
Walden still for example no still.
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04.26.04
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C.D. Wright, Rewatching The Passenger
When Antonioni made The Passenger he had been shooting feature films for twenty-five years; he was fluent in his medium.
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04.17.04
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Rebecca Black, Two Poems
Play your hand, Madame.
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04.10.04
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Donald Revell, Three Film Poems
The bride of Heaven is Greer Garson.
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02.26.04
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Ben Doyle, FAQ
I first drew shoes on an animal a long long time ago.
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02.17.04
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Leonard Schwartz, The Library of Seven Readings
A sound like the wind possibly, sighing at what is significant
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01.22.04
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Brian Swann, Two Poems
It drew in my eyes, a slab, on it a huge white fish
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01.07.04
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Joanna Scott, On William Gaddis
To tell the truth is to tell a lie, he persuades us.
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01.07.04
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Paul Auster and Siri Hustvedt, On William Gaddis
I remember when we met Gaddis. It was 1084, at a dinner party in New York given by Bud and Cecil.
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01.06.04
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Jen Bervin, from Nets
A series of poems from Nets, a book forthcoming from Ugly Ducking Presse. Move your cursor over and away from each image to see the poem surrounded by or removed from its original source.
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12.19.03
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Patrizia Villani, from A Story
The man is in the backyard, quoting to the stars a secret
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12.06.03
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New to Audio Vault
Paul Auster reads from his novel The Book of Illusions
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12.06.03
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New to Audio Vault
Russell Banks reads from his novel The Sweet Hereafter
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11.12.03
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Rick Moody, William Gaddis: A Portfolio
The ten years after a writer's death are crucial to the reputation of his work.
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11.12.03
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Russell Banks, On William Gaddis
William Gaddis's project was noble and exemplary.
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11.12.03
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Don DeLillo, On William Gaddis
I remember the bookstore, long gone now, on Forty-Second Street.
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11.10.03
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John Verbos, The Museum of Small Things
I'm telling you this because you don't remember.
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10.24.03
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Fanny Howe, Letters to Peter
When we met on the beach in Killiney, I was running away from my mother.
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10.21.03
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Clarence Major, Two Faces
Faces of sorrow
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10.21.03
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Renee Gladman, Untitled
"Choose this walk," I hear through the headphones as I read along in the accompanying book.
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10.18.03
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Sally Keith, from The Rooms Where We Are
I keep a math.
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10.06.03
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Howard Norman, Guest Editor's Note
"What good is intelligence," said Ryonosuke Akutagawa, "if you can't discover a useful melancholy?"
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09.18.03
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David Foster Wallace, An excerpt from Everything and More
A excerpt from Wallace's non-fiction book on infinity, forthcoming from Atlas books.
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09.01.03
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Michael Harris Cohen, The Last Hand
Before me lies a man.
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08.20.03
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Marc Robert, The Sangreal
These things without nature, proper nature that is, of a terrestrial kind.
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08.09.03
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César Vallejo, translated by Rebecca Seiferle, Three Poems from The Black Heralds
There's the desire to return, to love, to not be absent
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08.04.03
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Terese Svoboda, from Pirate Talk, or, Mermalade
Ma, there's rope in my soup.
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06.25.03
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Thomas Bernhard, translated by James Reidel, In Hora Mortis
I no longer know of a street that leads out/ I no longer know of a street
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06.11.03
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Diane Williams, Two Stories
She wipes men. Three, four of them are robusta-bodied black or whitish. They're cushion-like, semi-tender.
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06.09.03
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Brian Evenson and Stacy Dacheux, January
In January, during the deepest part of winter, after two years of pleading on my part not to mention numerous gifts and blandishments and increasingly lucrative proposals, she once again agreed to be photographed.
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05.10.03
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Ben Lerner, from The Lichtenberg Figures
When a longing exceeds its object, a suburb is founded.
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05.08.03
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Robert Creeley, Four Poems
I'll never forgive myself for the/ violence propelled me at sad Paul
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05.08.03
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Cole Swensen, Four Poems
Is defined as that which walks
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04.07.03
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New to Audio Vault
John Crowley reads from his novel The Translator
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03.22.03
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Michael Hayes, The Prince of Bees
There was nothing left for me after that but the beach -- the grey afternoon -- bells of cable cars over the lyme grass and a field of desiccated husks sprawling along the dunes.
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03.10.03
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New to Audio Vault
Peter Straub reads from his guest editor's note to Conjunctions: 39, The New Wave Fabulists and from his story Little Red's Tango
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02.12.03
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Arielle Greenberg, The Judge's Wife
There's a tower the lake calls Brother.
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01.25.03
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Chris Robson, Three Poems
In prehistoric times there was balance.
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12.29.02
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New to Audio Vault
Howard Norman reads from his novel, The Haunting of L.
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12.01.02
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Amy England, Baba Ganesh, Ubiquitous Authority
We divide the rectangular glass terrarium diagonally across the bottom, into triangular halves of clay and sand.
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10.24.02
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New to Audio Vault
Laird Hunt reads from his forthcoming novel, The Dark and Lovely Portions of the Night
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10.17.02
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Gahan Wilson, A Portfolio of Seven Illustrations from The New Wave Fabulists
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10.08.02
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Gustaf Sobin, Drafts, Updrafts, and the Physiognomy of Air
This might have been a story about Vincent van Gogh.
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10.07.02
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Peter Straub, Little Red's Tango
What a mystery is Little Red!
Hear Peter Straub read from this story at the Audio Vault.
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10.04.02
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Kelly Link, Lull
There was a lull in the conversation.
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10.04.02
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Elizabeth Hand, The Least Trumps
In the lonely house there is a faded framed Life magazine article from almost half a century ago
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09.30.02
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Peter Straub, Guest Editor's Note
Who are these people, and what are they doing
Hear Peter Straub read from this essay at the Audio Vault.
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09.30.02
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John Crowley, The Girlhood of Shakespeare's Heroines
In the late 1950s the state of Indiana had its own Shakespeare festival,
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09.30.02
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Gene Wolfe, from Knight
The sun woke me.
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09.30.02
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M. John Harrison, Entertaining Angels Unawares
I got two or three weeks work with a firm that specialized in high and difficult access jobs
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09.08.02
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Lisa Lubasch, Certain Hazards of Living Without the Assumption of Timing
Tall words wring hands, though not effortlessly
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08.30.02
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Frances Brent, Three Poems
Aunt is sleeping, sitting up, but the chair is missing;
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08.23.02
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Micaela Morrissette, Two Prose Poems
Thirty-six percent of unbidden speech is a lie
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08.16.02
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Gabe Hudson, The American Green Machine
A story from the forthcoming collection Dear Mr. President
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08.09.02
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Malinda Markham, Three Poems
there is no mnemonic for lips
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8.06.02
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New to Audio Vault
Gilbert Sorrentino reads two short pieces, "Four Soldiers" and "The Very Picture of Loneliness."
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08.01.02
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Peter Constantine's translation of Alexandros Papadiamantis's The Seal's Dirge, and Maxine Chernoff's Keeper of Bells.
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07.25.02
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William Weaver's translation of Alberto Moravia's Two Germans, From A Dozen Surrealist Poems by Paul Auster,
and Michael Bergstein's Three Requia.
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06.28.02
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Laird Hunt, from Dear Laird Hunt, Author of The Impossibly
Cold has descended on the country.
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06.05.02
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Carrie St. George Comer, Shelburne Falls
a woman's face split like a potato by a bullet, her eye on a spring
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05.30.02
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Quintan Ana Wiskwo, All Winter Long The Girls Smoked Tobacco Leaves
Up in the hills the talk was of the men all disappeared and presumed dead.
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04.10.02
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Timothy Liu, DAU AL SET
Vocalise haunted still by faces smeared with ash.
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04.03.02
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John Taggart, Three Poems
Song after a song after story/one of the stories which end in stumps or falsely
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03.19.02
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Matthew Derby, The Sound Gun
Nobody knows what we are doing here. We are not entirely sure that the war is still happening.
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03.01.02
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Heather Ramsdell, Vague Swimmers
Thank you for saying pathos instead of pathetic, keeping us the same size as before.
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01.19.02
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Martha Ronk, Disintegration: Poem for Eva Hesse
Compulsive winding, bandaging
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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01.17.02
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Reginald Shepherd, Three Poems
He's sleeplessness pulled through/a seive
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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01.06.02
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Peter Gizzi, Three Poems
not because there is a road/ and a woman walking,/ nor the trees lining this road,/ the light at half mast
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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12.12.01
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Duncan Dobbelmann, Three Poems
At 4:14 PM on September the ninth my imaginary trough became deeper, allowing for other realities to sidle up next to this one and demand the attention they had been deprived of during the preceding monomaniacal months.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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12.05.01
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Brian Evenson, Müller
HIS GRANDFATHER KEPT SOUNDING like he was choking to death.
From Conjunctions 37: The Twentieth Anniversary Issue.
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11.27.01
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William H. Gass, Foreword
NOT FOUR, BUT A SCORE. Little magazines are not supposed to last that long.
From Conjunctions 37: The Twentieth Anniversary Issue.
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11.12.01
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Christopher Sorrentino, Memory Alpha
Let me clarify: I was a boy who spoke into his eyeglasses.
Published simultaneously by Web Conjunctions and as part of Conjunctions 37: The Twentieth Anniversary Issue.
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11.12.01
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Shelley Jackson, Dildo
Being a disquisition.
Published simultaneously by Web Conjunctions and as part of Conjunctions:37, The Twentieth Anniversary Issue.
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10.31.01
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John Edgar Wideman, Match
Jules and Rita were rivals in the office and, therefore, hated each other.
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10.26.01
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Thomas Bernhard, The Lunatics The Inmates
A poem by Thomas Bernhard, translated into English for the first time by James Reidel. Click here for the German original
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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09.27.01
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Isaac Babel, The Trial
Peter Constantine's translation of a previously untranslated story by Isaac Babel.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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09.07.01
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Natazsa Goerke, Two Stories
W. Martin's translation of two stories by Polish writer Natazsa Goerke, "The Celtic Cross" and "Umbrella."
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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09.05.01
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Archive Update.
Conjunctions 6: Mei-mei Berssenbrugge, Three Poems .
Visit our Archives to view writing from previous issues.
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08.29.01
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Howard Norman, From View of Kala Murie Stepping Out of Her Black Dress
A selection from Conjunctions:37, Twentieth Anniversary Issue.
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08.17.01
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Brenda Coultas, Two Poems
I'm the life-sized rag doll strapped to my master's shoes dancing salsa in subway.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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08.10.01
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Amy Catanzano, Notes on the Enclosure of Beams
accidental myself among them a head of eyes
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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07.26.01
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Jonathan Safran Foer and Bradford Morrow, Editor's Note
The editor's note introducing the Dark Laughter portfolio from Conjunctions:36, Dark Laughter.
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07.26.01
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Elisabeth Cohen, Kids Who Died at My High School This Year
A selection from Conjunctions:36, Dark Laughter.
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7.18.01
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New to Audio Vault
An excerpt from His Blue Period by Valerie Martin, author of Salvation: Scenes from the Life of Saint Francis.
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07.10.01
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Julia Elliott, On Monsters That Have Come Forth From Women's Wombs
It is true that men, upon occasion, generate wild beasts within their bodies.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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6.24.01
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New to Audio Vault
Excerpts from Africans by Sheila Kohler, author of Children of Pithiviers.
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5.20.01
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New to Audio Vault
Excerpts from Pierrot lunaire by Arnold Schoenberg, including Sarah Rothenberg on piano.
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05.16.01
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Rabia Sandage, Peneplain
The rain came the day before and washed us all out.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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05.10.01
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Lynne Tillman, Ten TV Tales
A preview from Conjunctions:36, Dark Laughter.
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04.16.01
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D.E. Steward, Marso
Her hair had become too sparse to hold a pin.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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04.07.01
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Sheila Kohler, Pithiviers
An excerpt from Children of Pithiviers the forthcoming novel by the author of Cracks, The House on R. Street, and The Perfect Place
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04.03.01
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Sandra Meek, Twelve Days
A preview from Conjunctions:36, Dark Laughter.
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03.23.01
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Ben Marcus, from The Launch
A preview from Conjunctions:36, Dark Laughter.
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2.11.00
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New to Audio Vault
William T. Vollmann reads an excerpt from his latest novel The Royal Family.
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1.21.00
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New to Audio Vault
Carole Maso reads an excerpt from her story The Names, published in full in Conjunctions:34, American Fiction: States of the Art.
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01.07.01
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Gary Hill, Installation Stills
Selections from six different Installations, spanning nearly ten years
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01.07.01
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George Quasha and Charles Stein, Stance Horizontal and Turning
An Essay on the Installations of Gary Hill
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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12.07.00
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Archive Update.
Conjunctions 1: Cid Corman, Five Poems; Montri Umavijani, Five Poems.
Conjunctions 2: Mei-mei Berssenbrugge, The Heat Bird; Robert Creeley, Five Poems; Walter Abish, Spanish Sky.
Conjunctions 3: Ann Lauterbach, Three Poems; Robert Creeley, Four Poems.
Conjunctions 4: Ann Lauterbach, Five Poems; Armand Schwerner, Threads through the Denkorodu, Records of the Transmission of the Light; John Ashbery, Three Poems.
Conjunctions 5: Charles Bernstein, Three Poems; Theodore Enslin, Slow Theme with Nine Variations.
Visit our Archives to view writing from previous issues.
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12.04.00
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David Chirico, From Others' Work
You arrive in a small seaside town where the installations of a little-known artist are currently on view.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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11.16.00
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Amy Havel, What is Missing
Take, for example, the phone call.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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11.01.00
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Cole Swensen, The Hand Defined: 1
A preview from Conjunctions:35, American Poetry: States of the Art.
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10.20.00
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John Yau, Film Adaptations of Five of America's Most Beloved Poems
A preview from Conjunctions:35, American Poetry: States of the Art.
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10.11.00
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Gustaf Sobin, A Self Portrait in Late Autumn
A preview from Conjunctions:35, American Poetry: States of the Art.
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10.07.00
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Ben Doyle, The Selected & New Stories of S. [New Stories]
The new stories are like the old ones/only smaller.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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10.03.00
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James Tate, Witches
A preview from Conjunctions:35, American Poetry: States of the Art.
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09.30.00
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John Ashbery, Meet Me Tonight in Dreamland
A preview from Conjunctions:35, American Poetry: States of the Art.
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09.27.00
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Michael Palmer, Stone
A preview from Conjunctions:35, American Poetry: States of the Art.
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09.21.00
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Brenda Coultas, A Horseless Carriage
A preview from Conjunctions:35, American Poetry: States of the Art.
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09.18.00
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Mei-mei Berssenbrugge, The Heat Bird
a rain of parallel bright lines on the faces of the rafters
A selection from Conjunctions:2
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09.11.00
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Jorie Graham, Covenant
A preview from Conjunctions:35, American Poetry: States of the Art.
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08.24.00
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Montri Umavijani, Five Poems
Short pieces by the celebrated Thai poet.
A selection from Conjunctions:1, The Inaugural Double-Issue
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08.21.00
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Cid Corman, Five Poems
Hunger for/death./Eat.
A selection from Conjunctions:1, The Inaugural Double-Issue
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08.03.00
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Rosalind Palermo Stevenson, The Temple Birds Love Incense
(Netscape Version)
(Internet Explorer Version)
Angel trumpets grow on the North end of the compound.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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07.30.00
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Steven Hendricks, Fin, an excerpt
A slim view of the outside world.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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07.21.00
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Sandra Cisneros, Mexico Next Right
From Conjunctions:34, American Fiction: States of the Art.
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07.02.00
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Richard Powers and Bradford Morrow, A Conversation
From Conjunctions:34, American Fiction: States of the Art.
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06.30.00
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Duncan Dobbelmann, Your Lips Testify Against You
I withdrew yet farther into my shell, snug as a meadow louse in a weedy mausoleum.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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06.20.00
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Joanna Howard, Light Carried on Air Moves Less
In a lavender twilight, on the west side of an abandoned pasture gone to hay in the greenest part of our state, a mendicant, a scarved pale beauty with silver bell earrings, curled to sleep on kinked metal filings on the floor of a windowless farm shed gone to rot.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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06.11.00
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Damon Krukowski, Four Prose Poems
The memory theater burned, and in its ruins I could remember only portions of scripture, commentary, history, poetry, biographies of notable men, successful recipes, homeopathy, botany, and the classification of animals.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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06.09.00
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Michael Neff, Once Confined
Pelvis sandstone beside symbols of question
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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06.05.00
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Preview of Conjunctions:35, American Poetry: States of the Art
Information on our Fall 2000 issue is now available. Information for the just released Conjunctions:34, American Fiction: States of the Art is now complete.
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05.29.00
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Padgett Powell, From Mrs. Hollingsworth's List
From Conjunctions:34, American Fiction: States of the Art.
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05.23.00
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Steve Erickson, From Swan Lake
From Conjunctions:34, American Fiction: States of the Art.
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05.15.00
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Paul Auster, From Accident Report
From Conjunctions:34, American Fiction: States of the Art.
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05.08.00
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Dennis Barone, Bump and Grind
This is how we begin: a little paint here, a little dab there.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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05.06.00
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Joyce Carol Oates, The Revelation, from Four Dark Fables
From Conjunctions:34, American Fiction: States of the Art.
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5.01.00
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New to Audio Vault
Robert Olen Butler, the Pulitzer Prize winning author, reads two excerpts from his recent novel Mr. Spaceman.
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04.19.00
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Stephen Ratcliffe, Portraits and Repetition
blue plane of water in motion below line of horizon
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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04.14.00
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John Edgar Wideman, Stories
A man walking in the rain is eating a banana.
From Conjunctions:34, American Fiction: States of the Art.
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4.10.00
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New to Audio Vault
Philip Roth, the Pulitzer Prize winning author reads from his recent novel I Married a Communist.
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04.04.00
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Paul LaFarge, From Lost Aviators
In the same year, a locksmith named Besnier who was no kind of aristocrat at all, and whom nobody had heard of except his wife and his three children, and those whose locks he fixed, built a folly.
From Conjunctions:34, American Fiction: States of the Art.
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03.28.00
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Asadullah Khan Ghalib (1797-1869), Five Poems
My chains are no more than links of hair in the flames.
Translated from the Urdu by Andrew McCord.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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03.05.00
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Weldon Kees, Three Exhibits
He went in the bathroom and examined his leg. It was a hideous color. The doctor had been quite right in his diagnosis.
Three stories by Kees and a photograph of the author.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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02.15.00
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David Shields and Samantha Ruckman, Outside: Postcards from Abroad
Got strip-searched in Tel Aviv while trying to leave the country.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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02.09.00
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Tom LeClair, The Liquidators
To compete with other road shows--monster trucks, heavy metal acts, wrestlemanias--and undersell local discounters, we're a tour de force and four-day display of surprise.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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02.03.00
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Paul West, Two Stories
He dreams about Arnold Schwarzenegger, whose top-trim body is like a brown condom full of walnuts.
From Conjunctions:11
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01.19.00
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Shelley Jackson, Mus_e M_canique
Herman Godfrey is a machine, a miniature bachelor.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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01.15.00
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Nathaniel Tarn, Two Poems
Concrete edges (of what?); burlaps (coffee?); a white shroud (?)
From Conjunctions:11
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01.01.00
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Susan Howe, Three Poems
tatter of brute meaning
From Conjunctions:11
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12.26.99
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Ann Lauterbach, Two Poems
"Did you like Switzerland?" you ask for the first time.
From Conjunctions:11
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12.12.99
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Eleni Sikelianos, Matter has been Blown off the Surface of this V i s i b le Star
the universe/was the size of a darkening string
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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12.07.99
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Michael Eastman, Horses
A portfolio of fourteen photographs of horses, with an introduction by William H. Gass.
A Web Conjunctions exclusive.
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