"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
How stories fall apart
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There is also sweetness. If Lilith and I get to the top of the cemetery,
where the mountains are, and we often do, we find Ola and Hoku. Ola's got a
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