The Last, a new translation

The Last, a new translation

a short translation as the season turns

a short translation as the season turns

A.V. Marraccini on amerikkalainen kriitikko, kirjoittaja ja taidehistorijoitsija, jonka essee Mutta on toisia geometrioita julkaistiin viime vuoden lopussa Poesiavihkoissa.

Nobody killed the humanities. And yet they lie in guilt and agony in their cave, reaching for the last roasted scraps of the Sun God’s sacred cattle. What does this end-of-the-world Odyssey summer mea...

Nobody killed the humanities. And yet they lie in guilt and agony in their cave, reaching for the last roasted scraps of the Sun God’s sacred cattle. What does this end-of-the-world Odyssey summer mea...

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Ballet and an Excess of Seriousness

Ballet and an Excess of Seriousness

It’s like the whole intellectual coating of the past midcentury is sloughing off at once, the last scarred remnants of a flayed skin.

It’s like the whole intellectual coating of the past midcentury is sloughing off at once, the last scarred remnants of a flayed skin.

Would you still love me if I had a brass nose? What if I were intractable? What if I were as old as the Sibyll? Beauty isn’t everything. I cannot recall the face of Bach.

Would you still love me if I had a brass nose? What if I were intractable? What if I were as old as the Sibyll? Beauty isn’t everything. I cannot recall the face of Bach.

a mock-period character study in light fiction

a mock-period character study in light fiction

loose thoughts on pure mathematics, elegance, literature, love and other problems

loose thoughts on pure mathematics, elegance, literature, love and other problems

1let me just clarify i’m not kidnapping the dallas cowboys cheerleaders. i saw photos of the unabomber cabin in storage and artistically, i can’t say i didn’t like it, it was sort of appealing, but…

A Poem by A. V. Marraccini

in early summer, New York, Knicks, Saltimbanques, and strange happiness-- plus a new translation of an Apollinaire poem

in early summer, New York, Knicks, Saltimbanques, and strange happiness-- plus a new translation of an Apollinaire poem

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A sonnet for Exekias and Balanchine in my late thirties

A sonnet for Exekias and Balanchine in my late thirties

On Dürer's Great Piece of Turf, artifice, nature, and the dialectics of writing the internet as new Republic of Letters

On Dürer's Great Piece of Turf, artifice, nature, and the dialectics of writing the internet as new Republic of Letters

on being the target of cruelty between women, and on making a life in art as a woman outside of the clinic and the asylum as aspirational gazes

a dessert poem in the loosest sense

a dessert poem in the loosest sense

another incidental dessert poem