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  Living with the objects, they became his family, his neighbors, his friends. — Janet Abramowicz, former assistant to Morandi You don’t have to paint a figure to express human feelings. — Robert Motherwell [1]   (1) For what, in the past year, have been revealed to be psychological reasons, I have long been drawn […]

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Everything after aches river & bones & the unsaid naming itself endlessly. He comes to me in dreams, and I reach for needle & thread to close the tear at his knee. This morning I found ants in the saltshaker, a pattern repeated in new snow peppered with black walnuts. I confess, with my tongue […]

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sometimes I forget what country I’m in I could write poems in bed I think have some Americans look at your awful mov- ie to tell you when you’re wrong & just racist. I got this bug bite that could be anything. — the opening lines of Dissolution, by Eileen Myles[1]   The August 24 […]

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“Normal relationships are dynamic and unpredictable most of the time, while human beings are fickle.” This statement was made by South African judge Thokozile Masipa when she gave her reasons for acquitting star athlete Oscar Pistorius of the charge that he murdered his girlfriend. Her words seem to refer to the reports of conflict in […]

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I have long wanted to write in praise of the Bob Dylan song “Love is Just a Four-Letter Word,” a song that Dylan has apparently never recorded, but that Joan Baez has been performing since 1965. In a documentary about Dylan, Baez is shown saying that she was with Dylan when he first heard her […]

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I have recently acquired a television after living the last 6 (peaceful) years without one. I must admit that Jeopardy at 7 has filled a small nostalgic void in my life, but the morning news is an utter disgrace to the myriad of monumentally important and tragic situations that are occurring around the world right […]

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I have recently acquired a television after living the last 6 (peaceful) years without one. I must admit that Jeopardy at 7 has filled a small nostalgic void in my life, but the morning news is an utter disgrace to the myriad of monumentally important and tragic situations that are occurring around the world right […]

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July 26, 2018

A point of information... This book was translated as "A Fortnight in the Wilderness" and included as Appendix 2 in "Democracy In America: Historical-Critical Edition", edited by Eduardo Nolla. There this amazing text can be read in full. It is worth comparing the translation by James Schleifer to your own. In particular, the rendering of "désert" to "wilderness" is most intriguing.

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I have recently acquired a television after living the last 6 (peaceful) years without one. I must admit that Jeopardy at 7 has filled a small nostalgic void in my life, but the morning news is an utter disgrace to the myriad of monumentally important and tragic situations that are occurring around the world right […]

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July 26, 2018

Thanks so much for this translation and excellent analysis.

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I have recently acquired a television after living the last 6 (peaceful) years without one. I must admit that Jeopardy at 7 has filled a small nostalgic void in my life, but the morning news is an utter disgrace to the myriad of monumentally important and tragic situations that are occurring around the world right […]

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July 16, 2018

Thanks a lot, Steve. And, continuing the segue-ing, here's an old (and traditional) Gary Snyder poem I just came across yesterday: Seaman’s Ditty I’m wondering where you are now Married, or mad, or free: Wherever you are you’re likely glad, But memory troubles me. We could’ve had us children, We could’ve had a home— But you thought not, and I thought not, And these nine years we roam. Today I worked in the deep dark tanks, And climbed out to watch the sea: Gulls and salty waves pass by, And mountains of Araby. I’ve travelled the lonely oceans And wandered the...

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