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Street Musicians [by birthday boy John Ashbery]
One died, and the soul was wrenched out Of the other in life, who, walking the streets Wrapped in an identity like a coat, sees on and on The same corners, volumetrics, shadows Under trees. Farther than anyone…
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“Jackie Kennedy” [by Mary Maxwell]
Jackie Kennedy Fabulous beast rumored to have roamed the dunes, a sighted unicornof sorts, gone to the Moors for a slumming late-night drink, or sosome claim. Somewhere behind her oft-photographed dark glasses, possibly a…
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The Poet’s Notebook: Jean Holabird’s Travel Notebooks [by Andrew McCarron]
[Guest author note: In 2019, I attended an eightieth birthday party for the New York City poet Tony Towle. The gathering was hosted by Tony’s good friend, the artist Jean Holabird, and Tony’s partner,…
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“Sure, I Was Loved. . .” [by Anne Carson]
for Dimitris Papaioannou I tame you.(No you don’t).You were nude.You were intangible.You were unconvincing.You were vague.You claimed you were born from angels.You stank of the horrors of war.You blazed with ruthless pride.Your full, loose mouth…
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The New York School Diaspora (Part Eleven): Paul Hoover [by Angela Ball]
Written (after Szymborska) The written stone restsin the unwritten river; unwritten rain is fallingover the written town. Nothing written today,but tomorrow you’ll be writtenas you sit in your room not writing. Lo, it is…
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What is “The Longest Pleasure”? Lord Byron Knows
And is there not religion, and reform, Peace, war, the taxes, and what's call'd the "Nation"? The struggle to be pilots in a storm? The landed…
