The Eloquent Insufficiency of Poems —James Woods, The New Yorker   They may begin with a stutter and a pause— the interruption grows, reality first distends then explodes in silence, like a spider’s web struck on purpose by a trowel.   The sun isn’t better seen by the shredding of the filmic screen but the…

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