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The Jewish Furrier Explains the Search for Beauty
Remember where I came from. Think of a continent of sabled czars. Leave your home. Let exile fill your mouth like the lost language of the child. Understand the reason. A man who would not wear the ...
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The Black Venus: For Max Ernst
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." ...
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Portfolio: Margaret Finds a Box
In his photographic sequences, Duane Michals has expanded the possibilities of his medium. While most photo- graphs deal with static appearances, Michals' depend on trans- formations and ...
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from Notes from a Child of Paradise
Of time so long and I’d assumed, wrongly, ...
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Poet at Seventy-Eight
You wonder who in the world are the people who actually use stool cards. They’re the very same scum who sell drugs to little kids in school yards.
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Rabelaisian Enumerations: On Lists
Usually, institutional libraries are governed by highly codified policies. Their catalogues are their raison d’être, elegant data structures that facilitate easy circulation and millennial continuity.
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Mallarmé’s Poetry of the Void
Hecker’s work points back to Stéphane Mallarmé’s 1876 poem L’Après-midi d’un faune—and its subsequent musical and ...
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A Tomb for Anatole
On October 6, 1879 Mallarmé’s only son, Anatole, died at the age of eight after a long illness. The disease, diagnosed as child’s rheumatism, had slowly spread from limb to limb and eventually ...