Chicago Review

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Articles from Vol. 44, No. 2, 1998

A Vaguely Personal and Economic Consideration
Basically there are two factors in approaching our equation: banks and desire. A practical country, seemingly the reverse when it comes to the rigor others mostly reserve for the platter. Anything less pathetic makes public a groan raised in sleep to...
Body Work
"No, I've never left my body," Alice says. She keeps her eyes down. She is balancing seven peas on her fork and feels she can't afford to look away from their precarious position on its prongs. "Never been out of it, even once. Not that I know of, anyway."...
Hymns & Qualms
Peter Cole, Hymns & Qualms. Sheep Meadow Press, 1998. Peter Cole's first book of poetry, Rift, published in 1989, proposed objectivist prayer. Made up mostly of a series of long poems whose tensile, fragile lines were poised as if about to tip over...
Moonchild Learns about Angels
In the beginning was the Word. So they said. And definitely singular. Was. Word. "They" being the grimy Sunday school where us children were delivered for safekeeping while (so I later deduced) the mummies and daddies-the house to themselves-went at...
New Confessionals
The mode of literature known as "confessional" often provokes one of two unfair responses: smug dismissal, or eagerness to profit from public prurience. Confessional literature has a tendency to stimulate anxiety in a number of ways. The most common...
Notes & Comments
The University of California has recently issued the second volume of Poems for the Millennium, a monumental anthology of international poetry edited by Jerome Rothenberg and Pierre Joris. As it moves into the second half of the century, its selections...
Oe versus Dog Bamboo
Call me Oe. Father of the eponymous Oe Mirror which casts an unreversed image of the viewer on its concave steel surface. One day a hundred Oe Mirrors of all sizes will grace the walls of Oe Hallmy future home and stronghold. Soon I will write my memoirs...
Tales from Ovid
Ted Hughes. Tales from Ovid. Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1997. It has taken the last half century, but finally we see completed the hard labor of summoning Ovid back from the nurseries and the kindergartens where Romantic Hellenism had banished him....
The Little Door Slides Back
Jeff Clark. The Little Door Slides Back. Los Angeles: Sun & Moon Press, 1997. The publishers Sun & Moon would have done well to issue this volume in bright yellow covers. Though the author is a young poet from San Francisco, the tone of The Little...
The Origin of the Nemesis
I fell in love with the Nemesis in the summer of 1978. That was Tokyo. A town not impartial to romance. Any city will do when you're in love-St. Louis, Paris, New York-all you need is a park, a few lonely lanes and a cafe or two. Everywhere you have...
Three Poems
Abstract, the part below the water confines side; Abyss, the lower part. Adam or Adham, the divided or created part, man home or homo Babel of Chaldes, the spring water place part, habitation or dwelling place Brittain, Beritan, Bretan or Bredan inclosing...
Two Mantras
1. darkographs I-varnish globes produce depth-structure to-be-vision rooms our-eagles-answer O an-echo. something sandy and mighty for tunnel-life ope-up work-shafts-'n-tourist-shafts-'n-to-home-shafts azo ground-level just-a-guide our bony average the...
Upper Limit Music: The Writing of Louis Zukofsky
Upper Limit Music: The Writing of Louis Zukofsky. Ed. Mark Scroggins. University of Alabama Press, 1997. The work of Louis Zukofsky has for some time eluded the radar of our more central critical institutions and agencies. The same, of course, can be...
Walk-Out: Rereading George Oppen
To be read posthumously It will as a matter of fact happen And it is a big fact It is a big fact which will happen for very small reasons. George Oppen But what kind of poetry do you understand with one reading that you go on using and remembering all...
What the Stars Meant
On a backwards-running clock in Lisbon, By the marble statue of Pessoa; On an antique astrolabe in London Tracing out the sky above Samoa, Thousands of miles away-in time, in place, Each night conspires to create a myth That stands for nothing real,...