A Review of Paul Auster’s “Invisible”
Tags/ Posted by Mark KerstetterI stole in the past and I stole from the past and I’d gladly steal from your past for this poem.continue reading this poem
Paul Auster’s fifteenth novel, Invisible, is a story about a man trying to tell a story. We see him as a twenty-year-old, and then as a sixty-year-old, struggling to get the story of his twenty-year-old self out. But a life cannot be bound to words, and will have to remain an enigma, invisible forever and ever. Auster explores this impossibility, this essential truth about ourselves and story telling, with all of the artistry of his sixty-three years.
William Koch on the Disciples of Ugliness
Tags/ Posted by Mark KerstetterI like to hear what Wordsworth ate: suet, chops, potatoes – he was never well but trod the miles dejected while his sister bakedcontinue reading this poem
In the early half of the eighteen hundreds the French Neo-Classical painter Ingres sneeringly described the younger Romantic painter Delacroix as “a disciple of ugliness”. A century later the French novelist Jean Genet claimed that “Ugliness is Beauty at rest.” Between these two events stretches the Romantic revolution in art.
Microfictions by Christian Bell
Tags/ Posted by Mark Kerstetteri entered the sanctuary of your still life, driven by the mind i left twitching in the gutter.continue reading this poem
You tried grabbing the moon when I was holding you, arm outstretched, small hand clutching for night sky. I laughed, said, you can do it, and there it was in your palm, opaque ball humming like an electric heart.
A Conversation with Denis Gaston
Tags/ Posted by Mark KerstetterThe moon cannot be stolen, only borrowed. Tonight, after your shift ends, I tell you about a surprise in the freezer.continue reading this poem
