Citizen, says Dan Chiasson in The New Yorker, is a weave of artfully juxtaposed intensities, a quarrel within form about form: A prose poem, a police log, a journal entry, or—a confession board …? Reading Citizen I came to think of this poem (poem?) by Czeslaw Milosz, which in fact offer us a very exiting way to think about Claudia Rankine’s method:…
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Essay on What I Think About Most
I’m reading Anne Carson today; it’s a slow and difficult process, like trying to find a path through a deep and dark forest. I have to retrace my own steps all the time. Her texts are full of sadness, sorrow, and melancholic pain, but they do also unveil glimpses of hitherto unknown beauty. And she…
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