Poetry |
“Coronae”
Essay |
“Confessions of a Pareidoliac”
“Imagine trying to find your way with a compass that wants every direction to be north. This is more or less where we are, perceiving the world around us by means of instruments that find patterns everywhere.”
Poetry |
“The Nominalism of Childhood”
Essay |
“Panta Rhei”
“We all wind up making our gods, and then turning into our gods, and then the other way around again, ad infinitum.”
Poetry |
“The Trucks” and “In My Country”
Poetry |
“Blame”
Essay |
“The Reading”
“Atmospheric, was what someone’d said when it was all over, which I repeated the next day on the phone to M from Spain who was talking about the Argentine and his fetishes.”
Poetry |
“My Mother’s Autograph Album”
Poetry |
“The Coming of the Jellyfish”
Poetry |
“Vashti Refuses the King’s Summons”
Essay |
“Patience”
“Birdwatching is the neighborhood sport. It’s ‘exercise even,’ their shaggy, silver-haired neighbor Eddie says at the patio table, ‘with all that looking up and pointing.’ He’s got two bright rows of teeth he keeps readjusting.”
Interview |
“Don’t Disturb This Groove”: A Conversation with Major Jackson
“I often seek metaphorical language that could open up possibilities of understanding my nature, all the suffering as well as the ecstatic. That search becomes a singular obsession, for it is where readers experience eternity, where mysteries are revealed.”
Essay |
“Fragments from Dancing in Russia after The Fall of the Berlin Wall”
“There are many Palaces of Culture in Russia. We rehearse in six of them. All have grand entryways but the bathroom floors are flooded with brown water.”