Fifty Contemporary Writers (Conjunctions Book 50)
Language: English
Pages: 546
ISBN: B00HNI64PM
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
carry some clean clothes for Jakub, her parents’ wedding photograph, which she’d removed from its frame, and her winter coat. What to do with the manuscript had preoccupied her for months. The Germans had already decreed in June that Jews were forbidden to participate in the economic life of the Protectorate. All assets were to be registered and valuables confiscated. She could only imagine how emptied the antikva must now be. Although she didn’t yet know it, every last precious object in it
ark awaits its raven, Its vesper dove with an olive leaf, Its rainbow over Ararat. —Melvin Tolson Libretto for the Republic of Liberia One ought to speak of events that reach us like an echo awakened by a call. —Walter Benjamin A Berlin Chronicle 1. Is it paradise to know the end is coming by water the ending and the water as they come are there in dry eastern banks likeness without form the bright innocent tasks undone undoing the wintry onslaught. What are acts how do they
he’d told Mélisande as she sat across a desk from him, her eyelids fluttering between open and closed as she gazed past him at a back wall full of framed diplomas, “how can you hope to treat this disease aggressively?” Once the doctor provided us with a month’s worth of pills from his own private stash—at two American dollars a pill—Mélisande was a lot more compliant than any of us expected. I had told her to come and find me every morning so I could watch her take the pill as we ate breakfast
populace in this period: poppies poppies poppies poppies poppies donkey eating poppies poppies One day a man with a telescope came to King Cow and reported sighting a fat female beluga whale under the bridge to Nowhere. “Go to increased surveillance,” said the king, replacing Friendly Leader with Law Enforcement. The whale was next seen posing for photographs near Port Foreground. From his Bureau of Investigation King Cow acquired two pictures: one of her fine, bold, nationwide abdomen,
empty. Of course they hadn’t thought of themselves as being in the business, or, really, as making music. They were making contact. Not with other worlds, at least, not at first. Just with people. J. remembered a long conversation he had had with someone, possibly M. the drummer, about how this was supposed to work. Our sound is like a plant, growing out into the room, that’s why it’s slow, man, J. had said. This must have been with a reporter. It was the answer to the kind of question only a