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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
ON WHITENESS
It’s beginning to snow. All the complexity of the trees from my window is beginning to weaken its hold on reality. Branches broken, black...
A MEMORY
I remember standing in a south wind staring at a cut bank of the Brazos River. The ground above was lush and green, with some beef cows...
ON FATHERS
When I think about fathers, I go back to Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, the play T.S. Eliot found deeply flawed...
SYZYGY
The word syzygy fascinated me as a child. I had no idea what it meant, only that it was fun to pronounce, a piece of tongue candy. No one...
WORDS
Dick Cavett once remarked that he read road signs backward. I didn’t think anyone else did that; but ever since I was a kid, I would...
PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST: JAMES DICKEY
I have long admired the poet James Dickey. He was popular in the ‘60s with his muscular, fear-nothing lyrics in early books like Drowning...
SHOW ME THE AUDIENCE
For years I’ve watched how trade publishers (and now university and many small press publishers) have narrowed their interest to writers...
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