Like a man who cannot bring himself to read the rules
for some elaborate contraption no one even needs,
screwing, banging, groping, grappling, fussing, forcing,
as if this glitch weren’t latent in the very nature of things,
as if his own soul weren’t arrested in the word awry,
as if the final goal were not to make but to emit
what all of time has never triggered: the perfect curse.
This Issue
April 19, 2018
Max Rodenbeck
A Mighty Wind
James Shapiro
The Question of Hamlet
Amia Srinivasan
More Equal Than Others
This Issue
April 19, 2018
Max Rodenbeck
A Mighty Wind
James Shapiro
The Question of Hamlet
Amia Srinivasan
More Equal Than Others
