My mother does not know a lot of things, and yet she remembers many things. When I tell her over the phone that I am thinking of learning how to sail a boat, she does not ask how it is that I could do something like this in Tehran, a city far . . .
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Photo by Gino Mifsud Peter Bogdanovich passed away this week of natural causes. He was one of the great American directors, of course. His three picture run of The Last Picture Show, What’s Up Doc, and Paper Moon has seldom been equalled, and although his work after that (without his brilliant collaborator . . .
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My last (Soma)tic poetry ritual, “Resurrect Extinct Vibration,” used audio field recordings of animals who have become extinct in my lifetime. The ritual momentarily returned the music of the disappeared back to the air, the body, and the land.—from Ignition Chronicles, Volume 62, Issue 4 (Winter 2022) Tell us about one of . . .
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Five miles from Buchtel the snow has turned to rain, the creek laps the edges of the road. Tomorrow the ground will freeze again, flood trapped, no place to go—from “Rt. 13, Late May,” Volume 62, Issue 4 (Winter 2021) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.The first . . .
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I drop my daughter off at her first day of preschool—re-opened after a year closure. Masked teachers, unvaccinated children.—from “Preschool Sonnet during the Pandemic,” Volume 62, Issue 4 (Winter 2021) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.The first poem I wrote that was published in a literary journal was . . .
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Editor’s Note: First posted precisely one year ago, we can think of nothing more appropriate to revisit on this dark anniversary than Harry Harootunian’s chilling and incisive diagnosis of our world today. (Image: Ben Shahn, Walking Figures: circa 1960, silkscreen.) Abstract “A Fascism for Our Time” focuses on how the accidental convergence . . .
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Editor’s Note: On December 3, 2021, at the Old Chapel on the campus of the University of Massachusetts Amherst, friends, colleagues, and community members met to celebrate the work of UMass Professor of English and MR Contributing Editor Martín Espada, to recognize his singular achievements—during his long career but also in a . . .
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Milkmen returned to their jobs. Sales of private jets and air purifiers went through the roof. There were shortages, but they were short-lived:coins, toilet paper, bleach.—from “Things I Forgot to Tell You about the End of the World,” Volume 62, Issue 4 (Winter 2021) Tell us about one of the first pieces . . .
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A project by Alfredo Jaar (www.alfredojaar.net). Erri De Luca, Bird Song / Canto cinciallegra , translated by Jim Hicks (2021) Christmas came a couple of weeks early at our house. During the first week of December, I received an email from Alfredo Jaar, the Chilean-born artist and photographer, recipient of Guggenheim and . . .
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(Part Three) In me also exists—as within any other citizen of a country where capitalism is unchallenged—a consumer self. This self for years now buys almost exclusively organic food, not only because he is careful not to poison himself any more that he has to, but also because he believes this is . . .
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