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11.28.98
Tangier Days: Conversations with Paul Bowles, 1984–1988
I don’t know why, for example, one should strive to invent new language. You’re attempting to get across certain ideas. Experimentation should not become a hindrance. [...]
10.14.98
Paul and Peter
Christmas Night lies bitter cold and silent over the capital, and all life seems frozen. Even the wind is still, and the stars flicker like minuscule fires that strive to keep life going.  [...]
10.03.98
White Mouth
Who does not judge each heart by halving it from the top instead of scoring delicately around the girth? [...]
09.23.98
Clerestory
When he bent his right arm up and around his head like a piece of drainpipe, he discovered he could focus on the fraction of a second between the green and white lights of each plane. [...]
09.01.98
Song of the Little Road
 Bamboo birds and girls in gardens

Oil, salt, chilies stolen from the kitchen


like a fork in the road
[...]
08.22.98
Box
by Tan Lin
Nota:   number refer to discrete sheets 
            sheets are numerical, housed in three volumetrically equal boxes  [...]
08.12.98
Woof
I was born covered with hair. My father joked he would have to save up for electrolosis. After a few weeks, the hair fell off, and the wolf went inside.  [...]
08.10.98
From Nineteen Italian Days: An Essay
Cellini was the Norman Mailer of the Italian Renaissance. He punches Michelangelo in the nose. He jumps out a window to attack a rival with a dinner knife. He admits to the assassination of at least three innocent men. [...]
08.02.98
From A Tomb for Anatole
an infant dies to
us both—de
monstrates our
ideal, child-man [...]
08.01.98
Two Stories
by Peter Handke
translated by Scott Abbott
A possible minor epic: of the various head coverings of the passersby in large cities, as, for example, in Skopje in Macedonia/Yugoslavia on December 10, 1987 [...]
07.15.98
Two Portraits
This is the same archaic vista as the next with the inside and outside of the city reversed. A draft on the wall shows houses floating on water: “Water,” he says, “makes it comprehensible to us.”  [...]
07.09.98
Statuary
All that remains is a lamp with green
at its steepled crown,

a room in which she did not belong
and knew it. [...]
06.09.98
Hole
My father and my father’s father were coal miners. Their father’s fathers were coal miners back to Adam, who was a dug lump of clay. [...]
05.18.98
Two Poems
 Down your river of arm, a torrent. Blood, bone
            muscle, skin, nerve, nail, 
                        tendon, marrow, cartilage, 
ligament, fate. [...]
05.11.98
Nose 
Noses give the father in the girl away. [...]
05.03.98
The Thirty Days
In fury—haggard—flailing—weary. Thus were his energies depleted. There was confusion of a bipolar nature. He could not choose an extreme, and both claimed him. [...]
04.26.98
Demons: A Story in Nineteen Volumes
Of course as soon as the word got out that there were demons, real demons, closer to the Earth than the Earth is to the moon, all the demon-worshippers were very happy. [...]
03.31.98
Shadow, Tin, Shadow 
I married my husband because I was afraid of sleep’s eclipse: the eye’s planet rolling to oblivion behind its shadow of lid; I left him because I had a dream his mouth tasted of tin: All our reasons, if they are pure, move us like heavy animals being led in sleep. [...]
03.16.98
Herisau: Four Poems
by Jean Frémon
translated by Cole Swensen
The passion to serve. To be another. To disrespect the first-comer. To reach no conclusion.To dig up the garden. To sort peas, spin thread, put together paper bags. [...]
01.21.98
Charley Horse Nagasaki Palatine
Charley horse    pretension slip    mutton chop und-unbekanntë-Méer
advocate proceed forbidden    áufgebaut    substantive-necéssity [...]
01.16.98
Opium Traffic 
by Antonin Artaud
translated by Richard Grossman
It is my intention to respond with sincerity, so that once and for all we shall no longer be assaulted with warnings about the so-called danger of drugs. [...]

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Vol. 68
Inside Out: Architectures of Experience
Spring 2017
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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October 17, 2017
Cycles of sleep and waking. Birds migrating from cold region to warm. The rate of polar ice melting. Or the beat of iambs or the subtler pulse of prose.
October 10, 2017
Let me say this one thing, that the meteor is a woman of varying biologies and the crocuses are rising up. In only three words I can convey a schism: x, y, z. Insert here for pleasure.
October 3, 2017
Here is Pitkin Plaza, three boys
sharing a cigarette, antibodies
bound to platelets that fuzzed-out guitars
in headphones eliminate.
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The celebrated author reads from The Zookeeper’s Wife
Monday, October 30, 2017
2:30 pm
Campus Center, Weis Cinema