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Ruptures and Raptures Resumed: A Review of Joseph Di Prisco’s “My Last Resume: New & Collected Poems 1971-1980 / 1999-2023”
I started My Last Resume with the Postscript, and I’m glad I did. In this short concluding essay, Di Prisco lays out a career in and out of writing, and his starts and stops as a poet. For those unfamiliar with his work, Joseph Di Prisco has been a novelist, a poet, a memoirist, a Catholic novitiate, a professional card player, a restauranteur, a high school teacher, a Ph.D graduate, an entrepreneur, and a founder of a nonprofit literary foundation. His resume is varied, full, and fascinating. That / mark in the book’s title spans a lot of ground and a life lived in service of others, as well as the written word. Di Prisco writes, “The explanation for the arrival of any poem or poet is or is not to be found, for better or worse, in the poem itself. Beyond that, maybe nothing can account for the rupture that creates the opening for a poem—or for that matter, the lifetime of a poet represented in his Collected Poems.” I was struck by the word rupture, and I realized Di Prisco’s collected works kept bringing me back to the joy and wisdom of the momentary, as eloquently championed by Robert Frost in his 1939 essay, “The Figure a Poem Makes.” Frost writes, “Every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world.” This is an apt way to enter the world of My Last Resume.
VCO: Chapter 31
Chapter 31
The original device was Joselyn’s greatest investment in the company. Her magnum opus.
She’s going to be in history books. She knows this because she’s been putting her name in the transcriptions.
Giving herself credit for various historical events. Then publishing manuscripts once thought to be lost in the violent rivers of time.
Fiction on Shakespeare’s Frequency: A Conversation with Judith Krummeck
I first heard Judith Krummeck before I met her. I’d been scrolling through radio stations – years ago – on my way home from work when her voice came through on 91.5, soft yet self-assured. Perhaps she’d been expounding on the historical nuances behind a classical piece of music; I’m not sure. What intrigued me enough then to form a concrete memory about it, was how Krummeck spoke with a passion for music so genuine it was almost palpable through my car’s busted stereo. I’d never been much for overtures or concertos, but I kept listening to Krummeck’s retelling of how they came to be.
The Transubstantiation of the Wall: On David Leo Rice’s “The Berlin Wall”
In the mid-1990s, I was in Berlin for the first time looking for the Berlin Wall. I remember walking around the Reichstag marveling how its façade was still gutted by artillery fire almost fifty years after the Second World War ended and only a few years after the momentous events of 1989. I remember learning how the Soviets had left post-war East Berlin in tatters as a humiliating reminder and punishment for the German people. What I remember most however was looking for the Wall and failing to find it where it had once stood. I had seen it in films and photos and heard stories about it. Like millions across the globe, I had watched ecstatic Germans of all sides gleefully ram sledgehammers into its graffitied sides and scale its exposed wires to reach the once perilous ledge that stood between two worlds. Stopping on the spot where I was told the Wall once stood, I was astounded to find not even the smallest marker. Meandering east and west, I came across biscotti-sized pieces of what was allegedly “the Wall” being sold for only a few marks in local tourist traps. I remember walking away feeling duped. Where had the Wall gone? What modern gang of tomb raiders had stolen it? The Wall was a part of me too, I thought, and I wanted a piece of it.
VCO: Chapter 30
Chapter 30
I fantasize about having those once in a generation out-of-the-fuck ideas that shifts society and my generation again.
I couldn’t think my way to genius. It was a choice on a completely different matter made in a totally random moment that brought me to this.
Reimagining “Dororo”: An Excerpt From “Search and Destroy Vol. 1”
In the beginning there was Dororo, a series of graphic novels by Osamu Tezuka that its publisher describes as following “adventures of a young swordsman and his rogue sidekick.” What happens when another acclaimed creator takes the same basic premise and transplants it into another genre entirely? That’s what Atsushi Kaneko has done with Search and Destroy, a book that adds a heady dose of cyberpunk into the mix.
“You Grow a Paragraph Like a Branch Grows Leaves”: An Interview With Katharine Coldiron
I first met Katharine Coldiron when she conducted a brief interview with me. Since then, our paths have crossed at conferences, and is our punishment for living in a modern age, social media. Since our introduction, I’ve grown to know Coldiron as a skilled writer and critic who is capable of moving between genres and styles with savvy flair and cutting edges. Her book Cerimonials is a breathtaking lyric novella following two young lovers with style and bite. Her books on film, Junk Film and Plan 9 from Outer Space are clever and offer smart insights. With her latest book, Wire Mothers, Coldiron presents us with a handful of tightly written short stories probing bad things—bad parents, bad choices, and bad feelings. As I’ve done with all of Coldiron’s writing, I read the collection in what felt like a heartbeat. Coldiron was kind enough to take a few moments from her busy schedule to chat about craft, broken things, and the homes we can’t seem to shake.