Essays
Thanksgiving in a Gold Factory
 One of the worst things that can happen to you at the hands of an interviewer is to discover—too late—that the interviewer has read nothing more than your book jacket...
You can hardly let a single word slip by for fear you’ve missed a book
This work, rewarding as it is demanding, begins with the exciting proposition of an extra-existence “Outside the Egg.” The language is abstract, challenging us not to let the usual literary prejudices against abstraction blind...
Memorial Day 2018
I want to be a Victorian grain sack pouf when I grow up,
but after eighty years I’ve lost my confidence
The Mona Lisa of photography
This is the most famous photograph in the history of photography. It is the Mona Lisa of photography. But it wasn’t a portrait. His face simply showed up in a crowd shot...
Balancing precariously on her dashes
A final edit of a manuscript, in this case a volume called Sailing Her Navel, can be a harrowing experience. It calls to my mind Ezra Pound’s heroic edit and downsizing of T.S. Eliot’s The Wasteland, Eliot’s landmark poem. Not because I compare
If you won’t even look at me
The tragedy of the bipolar victim is also the tragedy of those who love the victim. And in some ways it sheds light on a degree of bipolarity in society...
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