Chapters (102)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO GROUPS
- FACTS
- WORK
- A SYLLABUS
- ANOTHER SYLLABUS
- SUBSTITUTIONS
- MORE SUBSTITUTIONS
- TRIANGULATION
- TAXONOMIES
- THE SEASONS CHANGE
- TWO
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- RESEARCH
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- TWO LETTERS
- A DIAGRAM
- A COPIED PARAGRAPH
- THE REARRANGING UNIVERSE
- WHO WE ARE
- THE UNNAMED ELEMENTS
- POSES
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- CASTING
- AN INSTABILITY
- A FANTASY
- PEAK / END
- WOUNDS
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- FLUCTUATIONS
- HEAT
- QUESTIONS FOR A CLERK
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- THE ACTUAL NEWS
- GASLIGHTS
- THREE
- THE NEWS REPORTS (STRANDED PEOPLE SPREADSHEET)
- NAMES
- POSTCARD FROM S #1
- THE NEWS REPORTS (LIVEBLOG)
- POSTCARD FROM S #2
- THE NEWS REPORTS (FEED)
- POSTCARD FROM S #3
- RESPONSE
- WHAT WE WEREN’T DOING
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- THE MIDDLE PERIOD
- FOUR
- &
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- THE NEWS REPORTS
- &
- A LONG NIGHT
- FIRST FIGURE
- SECOND FIGURE
- THIRD FIGURE
- FOURTH FIGURE
- FIFTH FIGURE
- SIXTH FIGURE
- SEVENTH FIGURE
- EIGHTH FIGURE
- NINTH FIGURE
- TENTH FIGURE
- ELEVENTH, TWELFTH, AND THIRTEENTH FIGURES
- FOURTEENTH FIGURE
- FIFTEENTH FIGURE
- SIXTEENTH FIGURE
- SEVENTEENTH FIGURE
- THE FIELD
- FIVE
- AN ORIENTATION
- ANOTHER ORIENTATION
- A DRIVE
- ASPECTS OF QUESTIONING
- SIGNS
- THE ENTIRE WORLD REVOLVES IN YOUR MIND
- SELF-REPAIR CAGE
- COFFEE
- FIGURE EIGHTEEN
- WAITING
- QUESTIONS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT UNDERLYING ISSUES
- FIGURE NINETEEN
- THE NEIGHBORING TOWN
- TWO GROUPS INTRODUCING THEMSELVES
- E BRIEFLY COMMANDEERS THE NARRATIVE
- THE INTRODUCTIONS CONTINUED
- WHAT IS AND ISN’T PREDICTABLE
- PABLO SENDS A POSTCARD
- MARINA TAKES A BREAK
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- LOSSES
- AUTOECIOUS END-STOPPED TANKA
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- FUNDER ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- THE PUBLISHER’S CIRCLE OF COFFEE HOUSE PRESS
- About the Author
not as grammatical but
calligraphic: the book not
meaningful tome
but meaningful to me
which it was
THE MIDDLE PERIOD
I’ll leave you here, hand myself over. I know it’s sudden, but there are parts of this story that can’t be told from the inside. I don’t trust myself. (Why should you?)
Who hasn’t struggled and failed to tell what matters—political desire, sexual desire, desire for help, desire to help. Intraspecies love, interspecies love. Lost and found and lost, or being-unto-loss: the dagger, suspended above.
The sentiment (a protest) goes something like this: Everyone has lost someone, but I have lost someone. Someone loses someone each second, but I have lost someone, even this second, and this. The perspective is unconscionably skewed. But still. The dependence of presence on the specter of absence is absurd. When you haven’t lost anyone proximally, tragically, the blur edges toward blame, or toward shame.
What can these theories do, in the end? Stories do more, dreams do more.
Theories give shape, in the middle period, to discussions of stories and dreams. Theories help enable interpretations—of stories and of dreams. Interpretations have been useful in the middle period: the period of almost-despair that passes for despair.
By leaving you here, I give myself to story, to dream. By leaving you here, I retain some hope of gathering under their sign. It’s late, too; the light is waning and I’m tired.
Signing off, with all my love—
E
FOUR
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To say that they sat finally together around the rectangular wooden table, battle-worn and unshowered, each clutching a mug of hot cider or a paper cone of boiled and cooled tap water, and that the ones who had come from the city downriver were feeling particularly unmoored while the ones who lived in the village upriver felt the vulnerability of hosts, and that the turn of events that had brought the two groups together, or had at least brought representatives of the two groups together—the turn in which Ezekiel’s effects on the village, and to the neighboring towns, had stabilized over the course of a month and then, while everyone was looking the other way, Farrah had arrived to the congested and overbuilt south, stronger than expected and more terribly aimed—to say that all of this was above all unprecedented, though also ironic, would be to name a situation based on its contours alone, leaving out the mess of particulars without which the contours would have nothing to contain.