Investigating “Empty Middles”: A Critical Review of Gail Scott’s The Obituary

Investigating “Empty Middles”: A Critical Review of Gail Scott’s The Obituary

The Obituary, Gail Scott. Coach House Books, 2010. by Martin Schauss Midway through the ludicrously lucid précis on the back of the folding front-cover of my edition of Gail Scott’s…

Jake Kennedy: Notes to Myself

Jake Kennedy: Notes to Myself

NOTES TO MYSELF (15 Briefs) “You’re an asshole” —Henry James 1. You talk on the phone while driving. I think you are just a fucking asshole. 2. So you two…

Jean Donnelly: The Soul Heals

Jean Donnelly: The Soul Heals

the soul heals to saturate literature   the first falsehood of literature is that our species with names incorporates chance as the first line of fact the soul likewise only…

Damian Rogers: Three Poems

Damian Rogers: Three Poems

LIVES OF THE POETS Found delirious on the streets of Baltimore. Died days later. Died in shipwreck at the age of 40. Typhoid fever. 44. Orphaned at 14, dead from…

Nora Fulton: Empty & Hungry

Nora Fulton: Empty & Hungry

Twin Conscience On June 11, 1981, Issei Sagawa, a 32-year-old student studying Comparative Literature at the Sorbonne Academy in Paris, invited a fellow student, Renée Hartevelt, over to dinner at…

Michael Redhill on Margaret Avison

Michael Redhill on Margaret Avison

TWO POEMS BY MARGARET AVISON APRIL Dark like a handful of cool gray silk. Clocks strike the hour. Out in the clear-gleaming sky a robin’s song, silence unravelling. The trees…

George Murray talks to Michael Crummey

George Murray talks to Michael Crummey

GM: As you know, concurrent with the success of your novels this last decade (my personal favourite being Galore), I’ve been goading you at parties and readings about when we’d…

Peter Culley: A Letter to Hammertown

Peter Culley: A Letter to Hammertown

A LETTER TO HAMMERTOWN 1. The orange chestnut canopy has shredded into a discarded hamper of wet umber, umber-orange, lacy amber, blood-orange & bloody amber rags through which tires carve…

Lisa Robertson on John Clare

Lisa Robertson on John Clare

Emmonsail’s Heath in Winter BY JOHN CLARE I love to see the old heath’s withered brake Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling, While the old heron from the…

Adam Dickinson: Two Poems

Adam Dickinson: Two Poems

CIGAR? TOSS IT IN A CAN. IT IS SO TRAGIC   For all intensive purposes, the fire distinguishers are pigments of the imagination. Unparalyzed in the history of this great…

Concetta Principe on Red Doc

Concetta Principe on Red Doc

How are we to read Red Doc as a sequel to Autobiography of Red? – Concetta Principe May 9, 2013 In an essay on Autobiography of Red, in Open Letter…

Michael DuPlessis: The Memoirs of JonBenet by Kathy Acker

Michael DuPlessis: The Memoirs of JonBenet by Kathy Acker

Chapter Three: O in CO “Last night again, I dreamed that I was dead,” O thinks, “or am I dead and dreaming now? I dreamt that I was Kathy Acker,…