A 100-year-old railroad dining car sandwich bag? A 100-year-old Halloween napkin? Again, artifacts of history, who cares if they were used, right? They do turn up if you know where to look, and they were intended for the trash. Who knows why they survived, but let’s be glad that they did, and not just to…
If Elizabeth Bishop is a cartographer of the visible, then Robert Creeley is a geometer of the felt. One sketches every ridge; the other just the angle of the slope. Their poetic modes may seem like opposites on the surface—Bishop’s obsessive clarity versus Creeley’s elliptical sparseness—but together they reveal something crucial: the power of poetic…
If we want to define a Neo-Modernist (or what I like to call post-postmodernist orientation), we’ll need shared terms for epistemological fatigue, spiritual data hoarding, authenticity glitches, narrative refusal, and meta-compassion fatigue. To this end I started the Ineffable Index, as I develop terms to help me anchor some concepts in name which are otherwise…