May 2012
14 posts
W. W. Norton: Instructions: Early Epiphanies →
wwnorton:
What to do: First you put your hand on her arm on a weekday morning, coming out of the subway. Nothing flies up from the street that shouldn’t— not newspapers, not trash. The island’s becalmed, dazzling: mica is caught in the sidewalk, it’s ten o’clock, too early in the year for shade.
Test:…
No Mercy, No Irony
wwnorton:
This is the hawk I love. His weight is determined precisely by the distance of his fall. He sticks to his decisions.
-Gerald Stern: Early Collected Poems
