Recently added articles from Chicago Review:
Rising, Falling, Hovering.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Wright, C.D. ... <Pre> Floods of feelings militarize our nights currents of solitude cordon off our days Oct 16 the famous Carousel Bar re-opened in the Crescent City customers resumed drinking revolving and sinking Providence continues to launch hurtle heave its leaves And as of Sat Nov 12 according ...
For a realist literature.(Reprint)
Sep 22, 2007; Perec, Georges ... Georges Perec isn't typically associated with anything we might call "realism," but from 1959 to 1963, before joining the Oulipo, he belonged to a group of leftist writers who called themselves La ligne generale--after the film by Sergei Eisenstein--and with whom he collaborated on a ...
Nihilist.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Szporluk, Larissa ... <Pre> Sullied footprints-- ours, never cease, never cease to move, and dogs', and theirs, the star-nosed shrews'-- all captured in the mud on this shortcut through obscurity; for some, to end in autumn's broth, for some to fatten winter's stew. If I pushed my face into the ...
Cheek.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Szporluk, Larissa ... <Pre> I sing one song for all time. I've been not well but go on. When they speak about me, my ears sag like wet flags. I choke up a dark mouse with no skin and wait long for the space in my chest to re-fist. I hate much but dance hard. I cut out a young ...
Adoration.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Szporluk, Larissa ... <Pre> All we were is a mist, a mist that hung deaf. All we did was to hang, hang and pretend we were willing to help. And now that the man is back over the hill and the boy is a permanent smell in the vale, our arms are outstretched in perpetual help. Truth is ...
Ceremony Turtle.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Szporluk, Larissa ... <Pre> We are born in the bed of the body. We bear that bed until the world comes around and tortures out our flavor. And what is structure then but ready grave, and what is story then but same sham outcome? My little face is like a moon potato, tubes climbing out of it, ...
Jellon Grame.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Fuller, William ... <Pre> all split sky scrapes me moiety light grass and jersey frere disentangle street becomes becalmed in a plume of clear plastic omit yourself and arise arise tawny epithets to brace these gates full of great doors leaking blood at half-past seven it was springtime ...
Ok Jazz Funeral Services.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Fuller, William ... <Pre> I see you everywhere and I like you everywhere and my location in any sentence depends on the objects surrounding you, and they're not you, and you're not them and we, all of us, surround ourselves according to the disappointments we distill as we approach the end-- here's a ...
Now the Ribbed Design.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Gridley, Sarah ... <Pre> Clods and sketches, species of ere and mere. Where hardly hearth exists, a turning out to air the contents. Content to say, I have or had, content to have ago. The hearth bricks round a temperature. In the kind of sex that is metonym for spirit, glass gets wings on rags ...
Building Box (Atlantic).(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Gridley, Sarah ... <Pre> Though the moon is no saw it shows a taste for wood it ranges through wood as deep as blood, blood good still for low-tech astonishments. Sail that ...
A Boredom of Spirit.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Gridley, Sarah ... <Pre> leading to accident. A child among knives, mallets, and punches. The awl slips in his eye. Morning that comes like an altered ear, according to birds, according to coughs. World that goes on beyond the evident. Vibrant rocks at the edge of the brook. Radishes revolving in ...
The Hands That Hold the Hammer.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Markus, Peter ... Sometimes, us brothers, we hold our hands up to each other brother, and like this, with our hands raised in the air, us brothers, we tell each other what to do. Go get the hammer, one of our hands will say to the other brother. Go get us a handful of rusty, bent-back nails. Then meet me ...
The Moon Is a Fish Eye.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Markus, Peter ... Let us brothers tell you this: that if you have never lived to look a fish up close into its eye, then you have never before lived. A fish's eye, when you look up into it, eye to eye, you will see that this eye, it really isn't an eye at all. What it is, a fish's eye is, it is a moon. The ...
Fish Heads.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Markus, Peter ... It was a good day of us brothers fishing. It was always a good day of us brothers fishing whenever us brothers went down to the river to go do us our fishing. It was a good day of us brothers going down to the river to go do us our fishing even when us brothers didn't catch us many or any ...
The Sky at the Bottom of the River.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Markus, Peter ... There are people here in this town, in this dirty river town with this dirty river running through it, who will be quick to tell you that what happened to our father, when he walked out into the river, was that he, our father, in the river, drowned. But us brothers, we are here to tell you ...
And Then, One Day, the Rains.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Markus, Peter ... And then, one day, the rains, the rains stopped raining down on our muddy river town, and all that mud that made our town the muddy river town that it was, all of that mud, it all dried up and turned to dirt. And the river, yes, the river, too, all of that muddy water that made our muddy ...
Elemental Song.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Harrison, Roberto ... <Pre> a shadow scraped, the negative is answers, seeking solace in the long ways of a shiny bridge a fur sparks into graves the outside visitations around driving a cycle starts delivery of braided water, each seat stays still for the disaster tree a thorn pricks ...
From Airport Music.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Tardi, Mark ... <Pre> That the withheld is the only eloquence left. Flags and bunting everywhere. A built-in lefthandedness. Woven wind. That the dead are protected. Another infinity, a hotel. It was an injury to the idea. A saucepan to plant some flowers in. To pitch, to interior ....
Book of the Dead? We Have No Book of the Dead.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Peck, John ... <Pre> I have done no evil ... I have not caused pain ... I have caused no weeping ... I have not brought suffering to anyone ... I have not copulated, I have not misbehaved. Not that powers themselves fade. Their grip on us lessens. The final Apollo has been caulked and polished, ...
Minus, His Heart.(Fictional work)
Sep 22, 2007; Berry, Jedediah ... 1 The boy was in the house with two doors, alone with his proxy father, the Interminable Richard. The boy leaned in toward the glow of the electric voicebox while the Interminable Richard, trying to soothe his old wound, sat on top of it and flipped frequencies. A whistling, ...