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The poet proves that language is inadequate by throwing herself at the fence of language and being bound by it.

George Saunders • A Swim in a Pond in the Rain: In Which Four Russians Give a Master Class on Writing, Reading, and Life

she had a sane and practiced eye for the half-concealed disasters that constitute a life. A

Don DeLillo • White Noise

The seeking was passive, the reward pale, the sense of agency bled dry. I checked reflexively, without intention.

Lia Purpura • The Ecology of Attention

As with everything I’ve ever written, I start out paralyzed by fear of failure. The tarantula ego—starving to be shored up by praise—tries to scare me away from saying simply whatever small, true thing is standing in line for me to say.

Mary Karr • The Art of Memoir

transgression

Paul Kalanithi • When Breath Becomes Air

Sojourns in the Parallel World: America Ferrera Reads Denise Levertov’s Ode to Our Ambivalent Relationship with Nature

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stray captures and offcuts. alive, even in stillness.

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we embark on a mysterious paratactic excursion, with no punctuation and no hint, for what seems an age, that our destination is the dentist’s chair: “we go down… and feel … and wake … and come to the surface … and confuse…” Everything tends toward the sentence’s second and final dash—the first dash, the dentist’s, may as well be any instrument at a