Tag Archives: James Tate

A Machine, For Time

Ronald Mallett I know you as I know James Tate. And now, people known to me… Jess, Kevin, whipped through this same centrifuge. We are on the edge of forever. Know that we are running like gerbils, in this same recursive … Continue reading

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The Master Stroke Against the Memoir

Who do I admire? Who inspires, teaches me – who blows my perceptions apart and offers  me new ones? Not confessional writers. I don’t find memoirs, or poetry that’s purely about the poet, all that interesting. A Winged Dream was … Continue reading

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