“A novel is a constructed self, a personhood, a point of view that monologues,” Eugene Lim tells interviewer Ru Marshall.
O, old ocean! the river has mixed with your waters / where I so often bathed
In the weeks and months after the operation, he’d wake from sleep, sounds tooting up from his throat not so much snores as noisy requests for air.
(fiction)
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“My real education during my DePaul years occurred on Monday nights at a jazz club called Orphans…”
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“She didn’t think it would last, this quasi-détente or halfhearted madness or whatever it was.”
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“I licked every word in the story, to know its taste”
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“Maybe the remnant tells the whole / story”
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“My teachers told me // I should practice, but they never said why.”
Michelangelo said, / “I saw the angel in the marble / And carved until I set him free.”
(poetry)
Revolution / is the party we throw / at our unhappiness when we discover it / looks like tyranny
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