"It is . . . the utterance of clever people in despair, or hovering upon the brink of that precipice. . . . [T]heir lamentation [is] . . . 'In the midst of this desolation, give me at least one intelligence to converse with.'"
- Ezra Pound, on the poetry of Marianne Moore and Mina Loy, 1918
Uncle Don and my 401K
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Uncle John was talking to a woman with a long-lensed Nikon at the cemetery
guard shack. As Lilith and I exited the cemetery, I said pointedly, "My
401K i...
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