STORY OF THE WEEK

The Palace of Illusions

We had joined the carnival together. She’d been my girlfriend for six months. Now she was the Illusionist’s Assistant.

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A Talk

What’s the most useful criticism you’ve received?

“Because you are good at a thing does not mean that you are obliged to do it.”

POEM OF THE WEEK

Solo

Nineteen miles away in Manhattan, Bill Evans’s great, quiet solo in “Detour Ahead” was walking out on unbelievably thin ice.

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I Thought I’d Be a Movie Director

He told me a story about a couple who stopped by the side of the road and fucked. I laughed.

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Baptism

I asked how long the immersion would last, though I’d seen it dozens of times.

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The Empire of Night

We neared the front parapet of the roof and she stopped us. “Here,” she said and she knelt, pulling at my hand, bringing me down beside her.

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Black and White

In the republican pubs of Belfast, Colum was called Hallion, or Hallinan, or the Welsh Saint, this last name persisting despite his energetic claim to have no Welsh in him at all.

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The Strength of Fields

What did it amount to, his tenderness? Is tenderness everything? Will tenderness inherit the earth?

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Hiking at Bee Rock

I will find the waterfall in which she washed her hair when we were nineteen and I didn’t know a girl that young or that old would do such a thing.

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Best Young Authors

One of our greatest pleasures is finding new talents. Here are some of the writers under thirty we are proud to have published in the past year.

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A Real Writer

All tales of youth involve a large measure of folly, so I continue to be amazed that my brief career as a literary agent yielded any positive results.

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Learning to Write

You put each word in place, brick upon brick, with a shimmery sense of what the whole edifice would look like, the shape of the final thing. You tunneled, dug, dug.

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Clearwater

The summer I was nine, I spent half of June and the first weeks of July at sleep-away camp, a set of buggy wooden cabins strung alongside a lake in northern Wisconsin.

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Center City, Philadelphia

With the back of his heel, McArdle tried to turn over the corpse, but it was too heavy.

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Cartoon Art Volume 2014-07

More great new toons, including panels by Glen Le Lievre, Rina Piccolo, and Ken Krimstein.

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PHOTOGRAPHY & ART

POETRY

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The Merwin Conservancy

Nurtured on poetry and writing, the Merwins’ forest is a testament to what can be achieved by a devoted couple.

POETRY

Two Poems

The doe was unable to comprehend my speed or beware of the dull way I smash the sweet air, every day: my hands upraised to cup the wheel.

POETRY

Tiger Balm and Other Poems

My recent ghost stands over me in the form of a yard rake: little spine umbrella. He doesn’t say anything that terrifies.

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POETRY

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Pe‘ahi Poems

Thank you for the true love you brought me to. Thank you for friends and long echoes of them and for those mistakes that were only mine.

POETRY

Lewisburg and Other Poems

Driving down a highway in August, desire whittled me a tool I’d never seen before but knew how to use almost immediately.

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Ecstasy and Other Poems

There is beauty in the way she looks at me over the kitchen table reminding me how she kissed me last night.

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Two Poems

You should never start a story I woke up because you think some camera cares.

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Hitler’s Bathtub

She thinks of her husband. She thinks of the other man: The rising day.

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A Real Nice Baby and Other Poems

No one told her there would be so much beauty. She believes there is a motor humming inside her.

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The Underground

Those under us are not dead. They are dancers. We are the music.

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After the Imaginary Crime

What killed me when I left the room?

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My Grandmother

She tells me Someday you’ll understand, darling. Everyone will just—vanish!

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I Shut My Eyes & Doors in Me Fly Open

I’d like to meet my bones. I’d strew them on a Minnie Mouse beach blanket at a yard sale.

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Palm Court

Performing at a nightclub in the Bowery, Salter read from his collection Last Night and spoke extemporaneously about the nature of art and of a life lived for art.

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The Blue Hotel

The Swede said nothing. He seemed to be occupied in making furtive estimates of each man in the room. He resembled a badly frightened man.

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A Red Dress—1946

That old school building was filled with sexual competition. I had premonitions of total defeat.

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The Lesson of the Master

What I am going to tell now is a stupidity, a misunderstanding, a great Jamesian life-mistake: an embarrassment and a life-shame.
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