Kevin O'Rourke

The Question is the Answer: The Soft Pink Truth’s Shall We Go On Sinning So That Grace May Increase?

Shall We Go On Sinning So That Grace May Increase is not a record to bob’s one head to, despite its occasionally head-bobbing moments. It is a record to contemplate, to be experienced, to envelop; it is a record to be played in response to and as a guard against the worst the world has to offer. It is very beautiful.

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“A Wild and Scathing Happiness”: Philippe Petit’s On the High Wire

On the High Wire was written in 1972, when Petit was all of 23, and Paul Auster’s new translation of the book has just been published by New Directions. On the High Wire (2019) is a little (ahem, petit) thing, all of 115 pages including notes, with a trim size—4.5” x 7.3”—to match. In the hand it feels like a guidebook and reads like a dream diary. The book is both of those things.

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Squirting Sriracha onto Everything: A Review of Michael Earl Craig’s “Woods and Clouds Interchangeable”

Early in Michael Earl Craig’s Woods and Clouds Interchangeable, forthcoming from Wave Books, there’s a poem that I would argue serves as key to reading the book—and Craig’s work overall. Specifically, it is the first stanza of “The Rabbit,” the collection’s third poem: I remember the spring when the rabbit with no ears showed up.

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Against the Triumph of the Mediocre: Matmos’s “Plastic Anniversary”

Anyone who works in medicine, or who has witnessed a medical procedure, knows that the marvels of modern medicine come with various prices. One of which is trash: many medical tools and devices, like syringes, are used once and then thrown away. And each of these tools is packaged individually, in sterile plastic packaging, which

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Condition Of Secrecy by Inger Christensen front cover

The Word Wholly Itself: Inger Christensen’s “The Condition of Secrecy”

At the risk of generalizing perhaps too broadly, prose by poets—that is, prose written by writers whose primary mode is poetry—seems to fall into two camps. Either the writing is extremely sober, to clearly differentiate it from the poet’s poetry (think criticism, or op-eds), or poets’ prose reads like poetry. Which is to say it

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