Barzakh
Barzakh is a term I picked up from Henry Corbin, in his writing about Iranian mysticism. Barzakh is the Interzone, or Interworld, the place midway between our world...
Read MoreThis line by Tom Verlaine has been running through my head all morning. Here’s the rest of the line: My eyes are like telescopes I see it all backwards: but who...
Read MoreSeems to me the filthy old 2nd Earl of Rochester deserves to have a female companion. It is obviously a little more decorous but I have no doubts about where the...
Read MoreJames Dufficy is an old friend who lives in London. He can observe the farce that is america from afar, or across a puddle anyway. I envy all of my friends who live...
Read MoreLast year Tim Congdon, a renegade poet and impresario who lived for a while in Ithaca, contacted me about participating in a poetry project to aid in the reconstruction...
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