Posted in Reviews on Jun 1st, 2011
As children, or maybe even before, we learn that blood means something is wrong. It means our bodies are diseased, compromised, damaged. Hurt, torn, ulcered. All days are days after death. All days are days after accident, sickness, murder, suicide. In the safety of our beds, we awake on all days, trying not to be [...]
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Posted in Reviews on Nov 18th, 2009
Is this what it meant to be myself? There are arrows that exist at some points and occasionally others—there are swings of swords and finishing strikes with a vaguely Eastern flourish (not to say that the Greeks are not capable of flourish, they certainly are the sons and daughters of Helen), there are reasons to [...]
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