Monthly Archives: February 2017

Journals, Correspondence, and Manuscripts

            The largest collection of manuscripts related to Elizabeth Stoddard, is in the Clarence Stedman Collection. Among the crucial holdings in the Stedman collection is her only extant journal. The New York Public Library also … Continue reading

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Sonnet

            If we imagine the action of a vaccine, and how it affects the collective body of a community, we have the principle of immunity. It all becomes part of a landscape, where ordinary objects like … Continue reading

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Against Interpretation: New View of Dramatic Form

I wrote for a small literary magazine. I was astonished to discover that two weeks later what I’d written became an article in a New York magazine. Susan Sontag Happenings What goes on in Happenings merely follows Artaud’s prescription for spectacle … Continue reading

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Young Men And Fire

          I had as yet no notion that life every now and then becomes literature — not for long of course, but long enough to be what we remember, and often enough so that what we … Continue reading

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Little Moons

              Miss Bishop overworks the adjective “little”: there is something little on almost every page — little pearls, little bottles, little people, little moons, a little filling station. The effect of all this is … Continue reading

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The Red Studio

            Once, for a single evening, I taught a course in modern art. I had warned my employers I had a limited understanding about art. They said, this is continuing education, you don’t need to know … Continue reading

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Nine

I look at you In the first light of the morning For as long as I can At the thought of the months I reach for your hand It is not something One is supposed To say We watch the … Continue reading

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