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Issue 64

Poetry by Lise Goett, Paul Mariani, Jeff Gundy, Brett Foster, Luci Shaw, and Sydney Lea; a conversation with Les Murray; and fiction by Scott Russell Sanders. Plus, Suzanne M. Wolfe writes about living through anorexia; Jeremy Begbie reviews the work of two contemporary art critics; an in-depth look at the work of Gerhard Richter; and more.

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image of a road covered in melting snow, with a giant puddle reflecting the sky. one of the puddles, closest to the camera, is dark blue, the other puddle, further away, is red and orange and glistening with a lone car's headlights. the car, road, and trees are black from the dawn. the top of the sky is a pale blue and pink shell color, the bottom thick bands of red and gold for the sunrise.

Psalm for the January Thaw


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A Conversation with Les Murray


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a fish leaping upstream from a patch of white glinting gold water running in thick rivulets down a crest.

Fish Ladder, Damariscotta


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A Reflection in the Window: Gerhard Richter Longs for More


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a collection of wine glasses, short and squat glasses, and a clear vase-shaped glass for water sit on top of a black table. the rims of rounded elegant black chairs sit on either side of the table.

Elegy for William Carlos Williams on the Eve of His 125th Birthday


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Gerhard Richter: The Capacity for Belief


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Petition: California Avenue


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This Is My Body


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The King’s Great Matter …and Ours


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Devotion: For Our Bodies


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image of two old ladies in a nursing home, standing by each other and laughing. the one on the left is wearing a large coat, glasses, and has a thick woolen cap on. the one to the right stands slightly behind the other woman, and slightly in the shadows (the woman on the left is in dappled light from the sunlight from a window out of view). the woman on the right has tufts of pillowy, feathery white hair and her mouth is open in a large laugh that looks like a yawn without teeth. they stand in a room with faint wallpapering visible, a chest of drawers, and a table with a crisscross pattern near the front of the frame. the woman to the left is clutching leather gloves in her hand. they seem happy.

I Tell My Mother Lies


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film image of a watercolor pouring off the edge of a cliff, green shadows and pink pressed into the spray. to the left you see the dark rocky crag of the cliff it tumbles off of.

Waterfall


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it is dusk: we see water, deep maroon with black shadows crested on the underside of shelled waves,. a boat lit up with gold lights and steaming smoke into the mauve-dusky sky casts bands of gold and glittering lights on the path of the water, leaves a dark shadow behind it. the shore is a black band of shadows.

Passage


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a purple texture that look slike oil paint, metal, fabric, and the surface of the moon, all at once. it is swirled and pulled together like fabric, glistens like water, has dark shadows like the sheen of metal.

On the Strange Place of Contemporary Art


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an open window casts blue sunlight upon a white bed, behind it the wooden paneling is split in two colors by the light. a lamp with a green shade hangs over the middle of the bed. on top of the bedframe is a small window that reflects the mirror with the white curtains and the turquoise blue shadow-lit light spilling in.

What Is Offered


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image of dark glossy water with bright yellowy-green lily-pads floating on the top. some of them are partially submerged and you can see their murky shapes and light in the dark ash color of the water.

No Path


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image of soft, pale bluish-gray curtains with a late-afternoon light casting soft shadows of the window bars into the fabric, hang down most of the image, bunching a tiny bit at the bottom sliver to reveal a wooden surface. they are closed and fall like drapes.

Hiatus of Unbelief


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a photo of a white stucco cathedral in a city of flat white stone houses. the image is overlaid with a faint haze of the same photo flipped upside down and placed on the top (reversed). There is a purple tint to the shadows, a bluish haze to the center of the image.

Lessons


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image of a golden semi-translucent ash tray on top of a white wooden table, covered in old cigarette butts. a slit of light in a rectangular slat falls from the top left corner of the image to the bottom right.

Willie’s Not Right


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A Web Exclusive Interview with Jeremy Begbie


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a woman in a yellow rainjacket walks away from the camera, a dog by her side. one of her feet is raised in movement. to her left is thick bramble and wheat and a large tree, illuminated by a hazy glow of sun. it looks like it just rained, the atmosphere is gauzy.

Taking the Byzantine Path to Monastiri Aghiou Ioannou


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old black and white image that looks like a polaroid of a large campfire. the flames are in a warm glow in the center. behind the fire sits four blurry people, caught in mid-motion in the shadows.

Last Night’s Fire


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a cluster of snow bunting crocuses with buttery petals caught in streaks of sun on a dried grassy earth, their tips reaching upwards, their petals glowing and soft in the harsh sun.

Symphony in Yellow: A Young Girl Reading


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black and white image looking upwards at overlapping tree branches, all spun in a circle because of the lens, so seen in blurs and dots of spinning round light.

Orbit


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golden squiggly soft moss shimmering in a haze of orange near the top of the frame, in a dark vignette

Molest the Dead


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