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Updike, John


At night–the light turned off, the filament
Unburdened of its atom-eating charge,
His wife asleep, her breathing dipping low
To touch a swampy source–he thought of death.

– John Updike, “Burning Trash”

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The Art of Fiction No. 43

John Updike, ca. 1968. In 1966, when John Updike was first asked to do a Paris Review interview, he refused: “Perhaps I have written fiction because everything unambiguously expressed seems somehow crass to me; and when the subject is myself, I want to jeer and weep. Also, I…

How long will our bewildered heirs
marooned in possessions not theirs
puzzle at disposing of these three
cunning feignings of hard candy in glass–
the striped little pillowlike mock-sweets,
the flared end-twists as of transparent paper?

– John Updike, “Venetian Candy”

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Ullman, Leslie 1998

Wednesday, April 1, 1998


This is what you’ve longed for,
drops tapping the shinges
and the silent flowering of each word
printed on the page before you.

– Leslie Ullman, “Don’t Sleep Yet”

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Watch Leslie Ullman read some of her poetry:

When the sun peeks through the almost constant coloud cover, especially in early mornings, we are surround by white peaks, whole walls of white that make me feel I’m at a remote northern reach

– Leslie Ullman, “Altitude: Essay”

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