
A Publication
of Writing
& Conversation
Published by Hunter College’s Poetry MFA
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in those days, i yearned by rubbing two wishes / on a circle, passion entered my heart through / a vestigial organ, whose somber grating crackled like a radio . . .”
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This is where Reinhardt has taken us. A world with its own rules and allegiances, a world divorced from ours, though surely we need to be in this one as Reinhardt was and you and I are, to perceive or imagine the other.”
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It’s the impulse of being an aesthete, being tied up in your color scheme versus this feeling of a larger rage. Turning less to the colors and making those fine-tuned adjustments, and more to address the character and caricature of the people . . .”
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