The story of Saint John’s Abbey Church is thus a kind of creation myth: an origin story that illustrates the advent of a new symbolic language, formed by the dialogue between liturgical and architectural forces, and forged for an uncertain moment of rapidly-emerging modernity.
The forms demand to be reckoned with. Reverb, a new project of St. Louis artists and curators, works on these themes. Inside Bunker 3, artists confront the site’s history of violence and explore the disturbed state of the forest.
Heather McCalden wants me to write about my dead father because she wants every reader of The Observable Universe, her scattered, shrewd, and heartbreaking debut, to write about their dead parents.
His voice bends and gurns beneath their insuperable burden and yet can only articulate its ignominy since it finds furrowed in each caesura a clinamen: an irreducible chink in its cage that may turn its convulsions into a tarrying.
I have invented a form of thinking about literature - Hmmm & Bang -
which may appear playful (because it is) but which (make no mistake)
is a challenge to our dispositions, our ungainly knack for categories.
There is no middle ground, so ambiguous players must take sides.
The sometimes garrulous, sometimes insolent, sometimes exuberant New York School style that the beginning part of her career largely lived within was not her go-to poetic mode in the last decades of her life.
New Romanticism is attentive to those transcendent wants for things that will truly fulfill us regardless of time, place, or social circumstance.
Passing your eyes over those first, electric sentences, it occurs to you that his readers are still catching up.
When my grandmother died, I too had this impulse to record everything she said, and everything said about her death.
Men in these books are under siege by a series of emasculating forces, which I have loosely narrowed down to an unholy trinity: cancellation, the body, and the father.
Writers, like lone gunmen, are compulsive worldbuilders. They write their own past, present, and future. DeLillo has described himself as a man in a small room.








