With a tepid smile, my teacher urged me to thumb out all but the printed ink placed so meticulously on the page within the fine and established constraints of meter and structure,.
When your words rummage through dictionaries and kitchen cabinets in search of a weapon sharp enough to challenge the great English Romantic in poetic duel. No, Old Samuel alone never did me any good; who cares for the opium-infected ramblings of one man echoing in an empty room? As such, the conversation must end, abrupt, with the intrusion of an unwelcome visitor rapping at your door. You, Marginaliar, refuse to let things lie— as you inscribe your irruptions, you prod the dead back to life.
Morning creeps into the blue condom: September is not as ferocious as it seems. I wake you only halfway, you are half-conscious, and I too grasp only partially the harsh intimacy of these early hours. The boy thinks about it for some time, and then answers in a small voice.
I think it was , or maybe 3. In the middle of the night I was completely alone, not a single person around. I want you to try to imagine it. Not even the ticking of my watch—maybe it had stopped working. At once I understood: I had been pulled absolutely apart from the rest of the world, unbelievably far away, so far away that no one could even begin to guess where I had gone. In this whole wide world there was not a soul to love me, not a voice to hear me, and I realized that I had vanished from the memory of the world.
No one would notice, even if I literally disappeared. I was shut up in a steel box sinking to the bottom of the ocean. The pressure made my heart ache, and I thought I was going to split in two—that sort of feeling—I wonder if you understand?
The boy continues. You really will die. Do you understand? A train whistle that was really, really far away. Still, somehow I knew that there was the whistle of an old steam train. No doubt about it. I knew its sound in the dark. I heard it a second time. And then, my heartache started to fade. My watch began to tick again. The drowned steel box started floating towards the surface.
All of that was thanks to the train whistle. Trespass Issue, Fall Shame has a strange sound. A song creates space: a long trail of bobbing, black note heads that become one strand of the spliced DNA of remembering, seeking its corresponding harmonic line to which it will attach itself, its head to my head, one at a time, zippering up into a sonorous double helix. Yet my shame is still Mac Miller.
It got likes. Music takes memory in her arms and they dance. And, together, they have moves like Jagger. The skin must have trouble holding the red currents in, taught as the belly of a drum.
If you poke a hole big enough, all that tissue and sinew and bone must burst out with the sound of a dolphin taking a deep breath after a long dive, if you listen for it.
Bends in the river like a hooked elbow, a waist. Stony rapids in the knee. Beginning in , qualifying freshmen will receive an annual allowance to help with purchasing a computer and other expenses. It seems some very creative folks at the Peabody Museum fabricated magnetic dinosaur eyes to make a concrete crusher appear to mimic a Tyrannosaurus rex! The dinosaur eyes are affixed to the concrete crusher on the hydraulic excavator involved in the demolition of J.
Gibbs Laboratory next to the museum. Photo: yalepeabodymuseum. Photo: VisitYale. Yale undergraduates and alumni have a record of service to their country that dates back to the founding of the Republic and continues to this day. Yale College men — and, since , women — have continued to make their mark upon the nation, many of them beginning their service through ROTC, which originated during World War I. Today marks the year anniversary of the U.
Congratulations to the newly admitted Yale College Class of
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