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On Blind Spots

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What is it about the anxiety of possibility and the possibility of creative work that seems so inherently linked? As we’ve seen, this is where Lerner’s poet (and Leaving the Atocha Station) arrives at lyricism. The poet’s fear of not understanding—but wanting to appear as though he’s understood—results in these beautiful, roving chords of possible meanings. But because the possibilities can’t all simultaneously be true, the only way to capture them (or gesture toward capturing them) is to move toward the hypothetical, the subjunctive—in other words, to turn toward language, to speak them.

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What is it about the anxiety of possibility and the possibility of creative work that seems so inherently linked? As we’ve seen, this is where Lerner’s poet (and Leaving the Atocha Station) arrives at lyricism. The poet’s fear of not understanding—but wanting to appear as though he’s understood—results in these beautiful, roving chords of possible meanings. But because the possibilities can’t all simultaneously be true, the only way to capture them (or gesture toward capturing them) is to move toward the hypothetical, the subjunctive—in other words, to turn toward language, to speak them.

Car Haunt

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by Elizabeth Dickey

In 2012, Tom and Ray Magliozzi—also known as Click and Clack, the Tappet Brothers—stopped recording new episodes of Car Talk. But by recording things, the past can play forever on loop, its actions or words unfurling as though for the first time, even when they are well past their original expiration dates.

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by Elizabeth Dickey

In 2012, Tom and Ray Magliozzi—also known as Click and Clack, the Tappet Brothers—stopped recording new episodes of Car Talk. But by recording things, the past can play forever on loop, its actions or words unfurling as though for the first time, even when they are well past their original expiration dates.

Shivasana Your Heart Out: Yoga and the Writing Life

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There’s no disputing that I’m a tightly wound person. Once, I was so nervous about serving beer at a party I threw in my parents’ basement, that I numbered the beer cans and made people sign them out. Years later, in the middle of a Mardi Gras Crawfish Boil in New Orleans, I snuck into the host’s house to check my email for updates about a class project.

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There’s no disputing that I’m a tightly wound person. Once, I was so nervous about serving beer at a party I threw in my parents’ basement, that I numbered the beer cans and made people sign them out. Years later, in the middle of a Mardi Gras Crawfish Boil in New Orleans, I snuck into the host’s house to check my email for updates about a class project.

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