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
"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: 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: 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 (b. 1942)
Date: 2001
"in you the in moon / its rays entwined in my mind's / hair hangs down right in"
preview | full record— Hollo, Anselm (b. 1934)
Date: 2001
"I also recollect now that as I went on down the tunnel which could be said to form the backbone of the fort, I had to resist the feeling taking root in my heart, one which to this day often comes over me in macabre places, a sense that with ever forward step the air was growing thinner and the w...
preview | full record— Sebald, W. G. (1944-2001)
Date: 2001
"[T]his is how it is described in the book Le Jardin des Plantes, in which Claude Simon descends once more into the storehouse of memories, and on page 235 begins to tell the fragmentary tale of a certain Gastone Novelli who, like Améry, was subjected to this particular form of torture."
preview | full record— Sebald, W. G. (1944-2001)
Date: 2001
"And now, whenever I see a photograph of Wittgenstein somewhere or other, I feel more and more as if Austerlitz were gazing at me out of it, and when I look at Austerlitz it is as if I see in him the disconsolate philosopher, a man locked into the glaring clarity of his logical thinking as inextr...
preview | full record— Sebald, W. G. (1944-2001)

