Matt Wood Monday, June 21, 2010 Blog At the New York Review, Tony Judt looks at the decline of articulacy, which he traces to our culture's lack of confidence in what we know, and a fear of getting it wrong. Inarticulacy hedges our bets: Shoddy prose ...
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called poetry. But my last book used it up, the last held drop. * I could have surgery, but she assumes, ...
recent doppelgängers in adoptee fiction and poetry. I like the idea of “conversation” more than ...
phones and brushing our hair as we drive, eating a breakfast sandwich, doing our mascara at the next red ...
pasts. In BIK, we are both nowhere and everywhere. The American flag rendered in red, green, and black ...
Los Angeles, the chilis she picked and pickled into jelly, jars of red like molten rubies, sold for ...
the conference’s jive title: “WHAT IS BLUES?/ BLUES IS WHAT?” And in red letters beneath, it reads: ... Ben says. We advance to the reception desk, staffed by a young brunette with braces whose red tag on ...
levers of the large, red espresso machine. “We’ve been so impressed with you, John,” she says. “You’re ... the same, paint-splotched red tee shirt from his contracting firm day after day. “Ah, the famous ...
when they would come into town, wherever I happened to be living. It was fun to be connected to them. ...
had never been part of our trips to the Philippines. Visits to the mountain resort town of Baguio had ...