Berfrois

Nothing, Nothing but Hell

Nothing, Nothing but Hell

The death of champion boxer Muhammad Ali is an occasion to remember one of the strangest moments in popular culture, when Ali collaborated with legendary poet Marianne Moore on a work of verse.

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Halo-Child

Halo-Child

C.D. Wright—she was a force. I felt her force as soon as my future husband at the time gave me a copy of Cooling Time

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The bread, the wine…

The bread, the wine…

The lapse in marital fidelity in ‘Online’ is one of the many instances of complicated relationships in the book, in which most are strained or not quite realised.

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You must have made yourself alone to be able to write at all…

You must have made yourself alone to be able to write at all…

It has been said by very many people that there is a tangible pleasure in the mere act of writing: in choosing and arranging words. It has been denied by many.

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‘What does it mean to be held by rhythm?’

‘What does it mean to be held by rhythm?’

What I have been thinking about of late is how those first lyric poets were trying to invent ways to express human life in the various beats, pops, and hums of language (the part of the music we still have some scraps of).

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To the Teahouse!

To the Teahouse!

You know that you're writing poems that are like no-one else's. I'd love to help show that to readers.

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Janice Lee: Depression, Denial, Depression

Janice Lee: Depression, Denial, Depression

I want to confess here that I have often worked to put a distance between myself and the past. I want to confess, too, that I have recently and often thought about the ease with which I could escape all the misery of this world, singular gestures, without memory...

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Fox, Shagger

Fox, Shagger

From London Review of Books: Like his hero Robert Graves, Hughes tirelessly pursued the White Goddess, or the Goddess of Complete Being as he called her in his study of Shakespeare, both in his imagination and in the forms that she assumed in the women whom he met and slept...

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Gravity’s Relativism

Gravity’s Relativism

How to relate philosophical thought to literary practice? And, conversely, how to illuminate issues presented in narrative literature by having recourse to systems of philosophy? These are the two preeminent questions that Martin Paul Eve asks himself and answers impressively in his recent study Pynchon and Philosophy: Wittgenstein, Foucault...

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‘You can spend your whole life thinking of death’

‘You can spend your whole life thinking of death’

You can spend your whole life thinking of death. Or soaring from it. My father was the opposite of Glück’s — steeped instead in the earthly, the decimal point, and the profit margin.

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As dead as the rabbits and guinea-pigs with whom they once had tea?

As dead as the rabbits and guinea-pigs with whom they once had tea?

It may seem curious to begin with Dante and pass on to the Children’s Rabbits’ House; but I require both to explain what it is I mean by Limbo; no such easy matter on trying.

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Weathering Heights

Weathering Heights

“No weather will be found in this book,” Mark Twain declares in the opening pages of his 1892 novel “The American Claimant.” He has determined to do without it, he explains, on the ground that it usually just gets in the way of the story.

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Indie, Marvel or DC?

Indie, Marvel or DC?

Clowes was born in Chicago in 1961, the younger of two sons. His parents divorced when he was 2, and his mother married a business partner of his dad’s.

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Slowly Drinking

Slowly Drinking

The nights I could not sleep, I would walk. There is an idea that London never sleeps; this is not quite true. There is a tidal lull, a drowsy half-stillness in those hazy hours between its periods of madness.

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Max Ritvo Writes to Sarah Ruhl

Max Ritvo Writes to Sarah Ruhl

Dearest Max, A letter. And fair warning—this is a letter about the afterlife, so read on only if you wish to contemplate such things.

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