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“But the limits of the poem are human, and here in the world things are, the poet says, absolutely hopeless. Young people do not realize this, because they’re not yet fully aware that they will die, and not only they themselves will die, but their whole civilization, everything they love and believe in will die–and […]


Sinking into the Leopard Pillow Gillian Conoley, 1955 I threw out everything that didn’t give me a spark and hung all the whites on the table. Greens and deep dirt browns and grays. The sensory titillations of the day entered each limb’s phantom collapse and gait, tremor are you there? See until you are gone […]