The professor might not have been a professor—I don’t know what the man did for a living—but the contrast between his otherwise unremarkable appearance, very white, middle age, middle class casual, and his black death’s head mask seemed intended to teach somebody a lesson, maybe the students who had begun to step outside in the midst of the pandemic. And maybe the contrast wasn’t a contrast at all. Shane McCrae on "The Professor" |
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William Blake’s Monoprints"Today, the monoprints are referred to as 'color-printed drawings' and 'large color prints,' which describe them only in part. They are designs printed in colors on paper, the conventional support of drawings and watercolors, but because the colors are opaque and have body, impressions look and feel like paintings.” via LAPHAM'S QUARTERLY |
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What Sparks Poetry:Maud Casey on Joanna Klink’s The Nightfields"I read from The Nightfields most mornings for the vertiginous pleasure of scale, for the sense of intimacy and infinitude, in order to feel my insignificance in the world. Our relative insignificance, our like-it-or-not interconnectedness, Klink reminds us, is not such a bad thing to feel." |
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