Monthly Archives: September 2014

David Albahari’s GLOBETROTTER: First Thoughts

Globetrotter by David Albahari translated by Ellen Elias-Bursac Yale University Press, August 2014 . . . By the way, lest I forget, that evening we did not encounter a single elk, and that fact persuaded me to promise myself that … Continue reading

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morning clouds

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Book about Music: Radakovic and Albahari

David Albahari / Žarko Radaković Das Buch über Musik Auszug Zwei Serben, der eine in Calgary, der andere in Köln, korrespondieren über Musik The Book about Music Excerpt Two Serbs, the one in Calgary, the other in Köln, correspond about … Continue reading

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better painter / worse artist

Years ago I reviewed an exhibition of works on paper and birch by Alex Caldiero. It was an extraordinary exhibit. I ended the review with the statement that “if Caldiero were a better painter he would be a worse artist.” … Continue reading

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some part of a day I had rued

Blue and I look up from our walk along the ridge to see vultures hanging over us, sixteen of them rising in circles on a thermal. As serenely as birds rising on a thermal they circle over us. One breaks … Continue reading

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Vampires & A Reasonable Dictionary: The Book in and of Itself

In the mail today, the second volume of our set. Feels good to hold it in my hands. Both covers with drawings by Nina Pops.

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PRESENTING ABSENCE: New Work by Alex Caldiero

Alex recently gave me three new works: The one with the black cover has no title. Inside the cover is a single sheet of paper, folded so there are four pages. Other than a note of copyright, there is only one … Continue reading

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shit

We had the septic tank pumped this morning.   It reminded me of thoughts about family and language: . . . Did John grow up with the same childish misunderstanding I had of our mother’s word “bee-em,” unaware that it … Continue reading

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