“In her twilight years,” as she calls them, / My second mother languishes.
Fabulous talkers in Penelope Lively’s The Purple Swamp Hen and Other Stories
A bestiary of human proportions in Elena Passarello’s Animals Strike Curious Poses
“Poetry is contested space, and the battles about what is allowed to go in and stay out are important.”
I am getting so used to this island it’s becoming like second nurture to me.
That winter the city was full of ravens.
“It’s so important to make your own little specks of peace around you. It’s a matter of being an idiot.”
Leonard changed lanes without using his blinker, as was his habit.
Woodchuck was wandering on a path through woods one day when his leg caught in some vines.
Unlike me, our neighbor Joubert didn’t share my fear of visitors.
Minding the Elephants
(03/20/2003 – 12/18/2011)
Like a lion he breaks all my bones …
Poet Dean Young on his new collection Bender and making vehicles to another world.
Looking at a painting that Lucy Winton had made a few years ago—a strange and colorful assemblage of floating animals that jut, as bas-reliefs, from the board on which they are painted—I asked her about the odd drip coming from the head of a cow floating in the left-hand quadrant.
Except for our pets, we are, as Jenny Diski says in her marvelous new book, “post-domestic,” living without animals in our daily life.
Human intelligence, behavior, interpersonal relationships and an ape named Nim Chimpsky.
Michael Ballou distrusts traditional art world classifications. His work is practical art; it follows his frank, literal, and can-do attitude of the Midwest, though often at the core of that onion is an idea so fleeting and spontaneous that a long contorted story involving a cast of dozens is the only explanation.