Category: poetry
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I somehow managed to pass the 10,000-word mark on Chapter Two this afternoon. That was my goal when I sat down several weeks ago to work on my dissertation. I… more ›
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Byzantium The unpurged images of day recede;The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed;Night resonance recedes, night walkers’ songAfter great cathedral gong;A starlit or a moonlit dome disdainsAll that man is,All mere… more ›
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Better red than dead. We’ve been watching the film version of Angels in America slowly over the past few weeks after recording it off Logo. It’s so dense, tightly woven,… more ›
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Only two classes down. But for the third class, I already have an incomplete/extension. So, for the most part, I’m done with the semester. Done with coursework altogether. Not counting,… more ›
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… you learn degree by degree.” Love is artifice, a construction. It is μίμησις; ποιέσις. It is, what Heidegger calls in “Die Frage nach der Technik” the “irruption of the… more ›
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It was 1985, and I thought that the world would freeze. “The Dream Academy.” What could be a more pretentious, schmaltzy name for a band? For an album? To some… more ›
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It was the summer of ’89, while working at the General Cinema in south Arlington, that I discovered Tanita Tikaram. Because of my weekly pay, I was visiting music shops… more ›
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When you’ve been in school for as long as I have, you reach a certain point—especially after a few years of teaching—when you realize that the majority of your own… more ›
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So six alleged terrorists who have been incarcerated for the past several years in Guantánamo will finally have their day in court, albeit a military court, but a court nevertheless.… more ›
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December 11, 1988, Sunday Four days offoreplayand by the end of the week …Is no one real anymore? or anymore real?I touch and tease and talk,But I don’t see him… more ›