Date: 2000
"Emotions, atavisms, would be set aside, while reason -- the nabob of all faculties -- went about its work."
preview | full record— Amis, Martin (b. 1949)
Date: 2000
"I go back / to the world where your brain flooded suddenly though your heart / and lungs lived three more days."
preview | full record— Sagaser, Elizabeth Harris
Date: 2000
"After // my girls are in bed or while / they play in the sandbox and / my husband gardens, I rush / down the winding stairs of / relative mental health where / we live, where I talk, deny, / or compose poems."
preview | full record— Sagaser, Elizabeth Harris
Date: 2000
"And the end of your pleasure: / elegant neurons switching in a blink, / lighting your brain like a great city."
preview | full record— Sagaser, Elizabeth Harris
Date: 2000
"It's the death of your memory I still / cannot fathom: never in such small space / such wealth."
preview | full record— Sagaser, Elizabeth Harris
Date: February 20, 2000
"I sometimes fancy that various archetypal situations circled tirelessly in Hitchcock's mind, like whales in a tank at the zoo."
preview | full record— Ebert, Roger (1942-2013)
Date: 2000
"Discussions in the inner forum of an individual mind naturally duplicate in form and structure the public adversarial discussions"
preview | full record— Hampshire, Stuart (1914-2004)
Date: 2000
"The public situations that I have mentioned give rise to corresponding mental processes which are modeled on the public procedures, as a shadowy movement on a ceiling is modeled on an original physical movement on the floor."
preview | full record— Hampshire, Stuart (1914-2004)
Date: 2000
"I suggest that the Cartesian paradigm should be reversed, and that the paradigmatic setting and circumstance of intellectual thought is not the solitary meditation by the stove but the public argument for and against some claim made: the supposition is that we learn to transfer, by a kind of mim...
preview | full record— Hampshire, Stuart (1914-2004)
Date: 2000
"Looking at the leaves turn red in the valley simplifies my mind, a javelin flying past those tightly packed tubes of paint in which so many subtle frequencies of light have been trapped, and landing where there is only blood and fire."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)