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And here’s what I published this week!
Politics
The NYT/Siena poll is ugly—but there’s some good news for Biden tucked in there. (Public Notice)
The influential Zionist poem that attacks diaspora Jews “with trembling knees.” (EIH)
Who paid Kavanaugh’s debts? White capital. (EIH)
Cultural Criticism
Lost in translating the male mid-life crisis movie. (Splice Today)
Who wrote Auden’s “The Lesson”? (EIH)
Poetry
A tribute to the greats. (Synchronized Chaos)
Ezra Pound was a hateful clown.
That’s the poem.
Fuck that guy.
A sonnet I wrote more than 34 years ago! (Moss Puppy)
Traps
Last summer at work, Ken locked Cora
in the filter-pit and let the pool water
rush into the darkness
until it reached her neck. Todaythe pit is spotted with dead frogs.
“Can’t they smell the chlorine?” Ken demands
from the deck. Below him, I keep cleaning the filters
as the water, the dirt, the hair,the frogs, swirl down the disposal pipe.
Some of the frogs fall apart
as the water level drops,
become dull-green shreds. This isn’thow I want to remember frogs. Above me,
Ken’s hand rests on the open pit door.
That sonnet feels like doom. But I guess it turned out okay since you’re here.