The French have this nice word, dépaysement, which is the feeling, sometimes disturbing, when you step outside of your culture, or your home, your usual reference points. When you’re “decountrified” …
Something took form (Alison Murray)
in Narbonne I listened to a cat scratch of claws on a tiled roof, a storm, the cathedral bells. The death of Rimbaud …
Reply to a Letter (Wayne Macauley)
You asked me about Witton, I’ll tell you as much as I know. I’ve had him on my books now for a little over five years though the act …