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Intersection by STEPHEN OLIVER
The secret lies in elevation; in the erection of it, its meaning, what it relates to. The concept of the finite gave way to loss. Dream gave way to prophecy.
2 December 2003 | poetry, prose poem
A Review of Victor Pelevin's The Helmet of Horror: The Myth of Theseus and the Minotaur by SPENCER DEW
Reading this novel renders one a fly on a digital wall, listening in as half-baked undergraduates urgently chat about everything from the role of repressed postwar frustration as a motivating factor for tentacle-rape manga porn to whether the word "beige" can signify the same thing to two people in two places. All of which, in less skilled treatment, could be unbearable, but Pelevin's secret is pacing.
25 November 2006 | nonfiction, review, review of fiction
Night Songs by ANNALYNN HAMMOND
Some nights, birds take form
from nests of twisted barbwire,
or if not birds, something similar—
a coyote or your mother's hand.
2 September 2003 | poetry
We had our first sex on a 70s era couch by DANTE WOO
We had our first sex on a 70s era couch (while MTV's 'The Real World' played); it made my allergies go off—that's the reason I laid my head on your chest, because the cushion was giving me a rash.
2 March 2002 | poetry, prose poem
