Nothing Personal

reviewed by Richard Weems

Originally published on April 1, 2001

There is promise for Jason Starr, but this book doesn’t quite get in touch with it yet. In what is supposedly a noir-thriller setting, one encounters David Sussman, a successful advertising agent with (of course) a less-than-successful personal life. He never sees his daughter, his trophy wife is in the binges of an eating disorder, [...]

The Guest From the Future

reviewed by Emily Banner

Originally published on April 1, 2001

The Guest from the Future is a difficult book to classify. It comprises a goodly amount of literary criticism, and the bulk of the work focuses on the life of Anna Akhmatova, yet the author informs us in the preface that “[t]his book is not a biography of Anna Akhmatova, nor is it a work [...]

Among Women

reviewed by Rachel Barenblat

Originally published on April 1, 2001

What does it mean to be among women? As an insider, or as an outsider? By necessity or by choice? Does being among women mean being in community, or being alone? Jason Shinder’s new poetry collection approaches these questions obliquely. Although his language is simple, his answers aren’t. I had heard some of these poems [...]

One Day I Will Die

by Jason Shinder

Originally published on April 1, 2001

How proud I am       to be the center             of a tragedy Again       and again             the same shadow. Thank you God.       Thank you shadow.             Happy is the man who looks into       the deepest folds             of his sorrows. The soul, lost       can be stirred.             Thank you sorrows. Thank you       bottom of the river.             Won’t you be forever? [...]

Because One is Always Leaving

by Jason Shinder

Originally published on April 1, 2001

Especially       in the late afternoon             when my nieces close their eyes       and bend             their heads to inhale       the bubbles that rise             from the tall glasses of milk,       licking the juice             off their lips that open       on the softened             black and white cookies that have been       dipped             into the glass and then dipped       again,             sopping with [...]

What Kind of Dark It Is

by Jason Shinder

Originally published on April 1, 2001

When she wants       to make love             I find myself in a room       with someone             I don’t know. So       I tell her             about my life again.       I take her body             between   my arms.       And then             I change the position       of my head             on the pillow, moment       to moment,             remembering the precise       architecture             of the windows, [...]

Sendecki.com

reviewed by Tom Hartman

Originally published on April 1, 2001

For the first issue of his new zine Daniel Sendecki has created some striking visuals. Unfortunately, the paintings, color photos and Flash art that embellish sendecki.com fail to compensate for what is ultimately a skimpy, uneven collection of poems. There’s some pretension, too: as in Sendecki’s own “The Word Electric” (also available in a Flash [...]

Peter Filkins

interviewed by Derek Alger

Originally published on April 1, 2001

Peter Filkins, a poet and translator, has a forthcoming collection of poems, After Homer, due to be published in January by George Braziller Books. Filkins is the author of a book of poems, What She Knew, and his translation of a novel by Alois Hotschnig, Leonardo’s Hands, was published in 1999. His translation of the [...]

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by Ted Warnell

Originally published on April 1, 2001

(r[-e]*l[i^]j”[u^]n) is panel five from The Pi Process by Ted Warnell – © 2001 Share the Love:Bookmark on DeliciousDigg this postRecommend on Facebookshare via RedditShare with StumblersTweet about itTell a friend

Shameless

by Christian Simon

Originally published on April 1, 2001

I wish school would start up again. But it’s July and Mom doesn’t believe in summer camp, where I know my best friend Susie’s kissing Jake DeMoe on the mouth. Normally that’s something I could fix during recess at eleven. But the camp they’re at – where the whole world’s at except me – is [...]