Back Page: March 2003

Simple salesmanship executed with honesty. By Peter Sills Things are getting interesting. For the first time since this war machine has gotten going I feel like it may stall out. This may just be a misguided observation but it seems to me that the British resolution for demands marks the first break in Tony Blair's […]

Yellow Teeth

In the rear-view mirror, my yellow teeth looked buttery. If I hadn't forgotten my cell phone, I'd leave myself a message to look into those new Crest strips I'd just seen advertised. I looked again: golden-retriever yellow. Fuck! I hit something. I slammed the brakes and squealed to a stop and then reversed. He was

early March, 2003: A Poem

say sheaths. Perhaps Narcissus. I go to pick up my typewriter, the smell of clean oil, it's raining, a few intermittent drops a Sidney Greenstreet could walk between. Yesterday I drove the Interstate to see Beulah, in the Lutheran rest home: "They're driving me bananas." What enigma-- dame, woman, babe, lady, commuter, brave shotgun rider

Brian Hall

Brian Hall

"What interests me in this book is the difficulty of taking reality and packaging it in a narrative that fits people's expectations of what a narrative should be."

“I am old fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.” –March 2, 2003

A few months ago I came across this passage from the introduction to a one volume English translation of Wistawa Szymborska's Nonrequired Reading: I am old fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised. Homo Ludens dances, sings, produces meaningful gestures, strikes poses, dresses up, revels and

Colum McCann

Colum McCann

"In America, as in most western countries, the writer is not really feared any more. Nobody fears your bite. So you have to work from a reckless inner need."

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