Each of Sally Rooney’s novels writes back to a novel that she admires: Conversations with Friends to Jane Austen’s Emma; ...

Reading Anne Carson is like opening a box and finding a circus inside, trapeze swings, flights of form, a woman walking on ...

Bill Berkson at the New School he told me I wrote too much like Gertrude Stein. This was quite prescient of him since I had ...

Arendt’s poem tells the story of her farewell to Europe and her arrival in the United States in a dozen lines of verse. But ...

This figure of reeling gave into the poem’s circuitry as a whole—the way it shorts out as if its webbing could open to reveal ...

of Sedona, Arizona, with a blank book for poems. Didn't we emerge from the same prehistoric egg amid sparks of jet & obsidian embedded in the hills of Montmartre? "Only Negroes can excite Paris." ...

mop in Slam sweeping across the floor.

“I've been very lucky, very lucky. I'm sorry, but I was born with a towel on my head.” ...

“Every night the same nightmare interrupts my sleep.” With this sentence Scholastique Mukasonga begins her debut Cockroaches, a memoir that came out in French in 2006. That year, Mukasonga was fifty.

***this is for all those wicked NDN bros out there up at ONE AM on a FUCKIN TUESDAY who are thinking about doing that thing they thought about doing for a long time but never had the fuckin COURAGE OR ...

This piece is fictional, and intended purely as a parody. It is not intended to communicate any true or factual information, and is for entertainment purposes only. Barbecues, mainly. And this is part ...