Archive for April, 2001
Nothing Personal
reviewed by Richard Weems
Originally published on April 1, 2001
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 [...]




