Two Poems

Gerard Fanning, 2 August 2007

Tate Water If you ask how a colour might come about consider the enigma of water determined by sky, and by water I don’t mean pool or rain barrel but the wide expanse of sea or lake. As...

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Diary: Graham Greene at the Leproserie

Michel Lechat, 2 August 2007

It would be nice to say that Graham Greene just appeared one day in Yonda, the leprosy settlement in the Equateur Province of the then Belgian Congo where I was the doctor, stepping off the...

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Ink-Dot Eyes: Jonathan Franzen

Wyatt Mason, 2 August 2007

The confessional mode in literature has an uncomplicated appeal for both writers and readers: the unburdening of guilt, vicarious or otherwise. But as Tobias Wolff cautioned in his mordant memoir...

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Poem: ‘Three Lakes’

Jean Sprackland, 2 August 2007

I The lake had been drained that night and filled with sky instead. We stood on the jetty as if on a summit, looking down on a fathomless depth of cloud. Sky overhead, sky at our feet like deep...

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Poem: ‘Underworld’

Jorie Graham, 19 July 2007

After great rain. Gradually you are revealing yourself to me. The lesson carves...

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Most Himself: Dryden

Matthew Reynolds, 19 July 2007

Of all the great English poets, Dryden must be the least enjoyed. Once honoured ‘rather in the stiffness than in the strength of his eminence’, he was soon ‘laid carefully away...

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Poem: ‘Strindberg in Berlin’

Robin Robertson, 19 July 2007

All the wrong turnings that have brought me here – debts, divorce, a court trial, and now a forced exile in this city and this drinking cell,Zum Schwarzen Ferkel, The Black Porker: neither...

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Walk Spanish: Joshua Ferris

Christopher Tayler, 19 July 2007

‘We had mixed feelings,’ the voice that narrates Then We Came to the End reports from time to time – needlessly, really, since mixed feelings, and the absurdity and awkwardness...

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Not Quite Peru: Daniel Alarcón

Leo Turner, 19 July 2007

The Maoist rebellion that raged through Peru during the 1980s and early 1990s is estimated to have claimed seventy thousand lives. The Shining Path was brutal in its methods, favouring summary...

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In 1934, one of the most disturbing aspects of the Red Menace and the creeping influence of Moscow – for the Daily Mail at least – was a public school magazine called Out of Bounds....

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Poem: ‘Futures’

Jorie Graham, 5 July 2007

Midwinter. Dead of. I own you says my mind. Own what, own                     whom. I look up....

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Don DeLillo’s new novel makes a direct but counterintuitive approach to the destruction of the World Trade Center on 11 September 2001. It is anti-sentimental: constructed in short...

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White Boy Walking: Jonathan Lethem

Evan Hughes, 5 July 2007

When Jonathan Lethem was born, in 1964, his mother had dropped out of college and was piercing ears with a pin and ice-cube in Greenwich Village, where she ran with a crowd of folksingers...

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When A.E. Housman failed his final examinations at Oxford he went to London to work as a clerk in the Patent Office. After ten years of that, he was appointed, at the age of 33, to the chair of...

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Old vendettas, and no details of them, or whose heads were on the spikes. I don’t want to go down this sad, steep street, sidestepping vendors of handbags and leather belts, only to be...

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The first reports of a gruesome disaster reached Paris on 5 September 1816. A French frigate, the Medusa, had run aground on the notorious and poorly mapped Arguin Bank off the coast of West...

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One of the great pleasures of reading Tony Harrison is the sense of quick passage between worlds, the sudden switch from the local to the international and back. At one moment he immerses us in a...

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Alonenesses: Alun Lewis and ‘Frieda’

William Wootten, 5 July 2007

Alun Lewis is usually remembered as a war poet or, more precisely, as a soldier poet. ‘All Day It Has Rained’ is familiar to those who know nothing else about its author and to some...

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