Author Archives: Francois Lachance

Praxis Parabasis

Alice Burdick Simple Master “Light Daily Shifts” I can’t work for you because I’m lost in your theory. It was a bad idea to start and made awful by practice. Dear reader, is one to identify with the speaking I … Continue reading

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Printing Money: Credit Where Credit is Due

This blurb is so enticing. Declarations of Dependence: Money, Aesthetics, and the Politics of Care by Scott Ferguson Human being is born and remains dependent, yet everywhere she is abandoned. Today, so many yearn to be free from the governing … Continue reading

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A View of Mesopotamian Ceramics

Sir Leonard Woolley Ur In describing what is illustrated before us, Sir Leonard stresses the serial nature of ceramic production. From his comments on Plate 1 Pottery of the Al ‘Ubaid Period, we learn of his astonishment of the craftsmanship … Continue reading

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My Body Is Like A Home

Alice Burdick Holler “Body house” [after extending an analogy between ears and eyes as windows and mouth as door, this ends the poem] Her body is a house, and she’s home for now. And with the end of the poem … Continue reading

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Manner and Matter

Charles Taylor The Malaise of Modernity (CBC Massey Lectures) [A]n important subjectivation has taken place in post-Romantic art. But it is clearly a subjectivation of manner. It concerns how the poet has access to whatever he or she is pointing … Continue reading

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I Hope It’s Toast

Alice Burdick Simple Master “Remembrance Day” I can’t help but read a pun on the name Kurt Weil in this passage. Large music comes from books, vile or Oklahoma. Cows fly in movies and dust heaps up mountains. If you … Continue reading

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Slow Start Superb Finish

Familiar to anyone who has diced vegetables for mirepoix or simply sweated sliced onions… battuto e soffritto Battuto, literally ‘beaten’, in a culinary context means chopped so fine as to appear pounded. A battuto, consisting traditionally of chopped pork fat … Continue reading

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Who Needs Pictures?

A touching anecdote, vivid for anyone who has lain a head on a loved one’s breast: My earliest reading memory When no one knew I was deaf, my dad used to read Goodnight Moon and Happy Birthday Moon by Margaret … Continue reading

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Translation – What It Was – What It Does

Kate Briggs This Little Art p. 323 [A]gain her translations were both well-received and commercially successful. Horton concedes that by our current standards, ‘the line between empathetic identification, idiosyncratic assimilation and problematic appropriation’ in her approach can seem ‘truly thin’. … Continue reading

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Collecting and Commitment

Introduction by Robert Pinsky to English Renaissance Poetry: A Collection of Shorter Poems from Skelton to Jonson Selected by John Williams In the beginning, for many poets and readers, there are anthologies. They often provide our earliest source for poems, … Continue reading

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