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A Regular Day for Regular People

I told my friend I was about to sleep with his sister. I told him to sit tight.

Four Shorts

We didn’t want Benjamin to die because most of us liked Benjamin and if that doesn’t tell you everything you need to know about the man then I don’t know what will.

Yunus and Yusuf

The shrouded body on the gurney seemed a station that broadcast alarm but also tranquility and calm. The faint light that came from the room beside the main entrance picked it out as did the gentle light from the small lamp directly above the physician's chair.

from Miransú

Grandfather was a lathe turner, with the African War the government didn’t give us a scrap of brass, the contadini used to bring him pieces of brass from the snappers found in the fields, they had bombarded good, with those famous bombs, up here from this part, to there by the church, in the field of the dead, I don’t know if you know, we owned a piece of land called the field of the dead because they found two Germans there.

The Selected Correspondence of Louis-Ferdinand Céline

These letters are excerpted from The Selected Correspondence of Louis-Ferdinand Céline, additional letters from this manuscript were featured in the June, July/August, and September issues of the Brooklyn Rail.

An extract from
A Stranger In My Own Country—The 1944 Prison Diary

  Out November 24 from Polity On 4 September 1944 Hans Fallada was committed to the Neustrelitz- Strelitz state facility, a prison for “mentally ill criminals” in Mecklenburg, some seventy miles north of Berlin, where he was to be kept under observation for an indefinite period of time. His fate was entirely uncertain.

Comic Strip Beginning with a Line from “A Poem Beginning with a Line by Pindar” by Robert Duncan

Words shed like tears from a plenitude of poems time stores.

West Side

Both Tom Daly and the modern Maraschino cherry hail from the same beautiful, small town in the heart of Oregon's Willamette Valley.


The Brooklyn Rail

OCT 2014

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