A doorknob on a chicken
my grandmother said once, meaninguseless, stupid. Most of us,
most of the time, are thatexactly. Not that
we don’t have our ambitions,even our nickel-and-dime
nobilities. Still, some nightswhen I can’t sleep, I look
in the mirror, I study this manwho’s planning his own small
parthenons and relativity theories,bank heists, moon shots, deathless poems.
Go milk a fish she also said.
Text copyright Albert Goldbarth
Click here for the July-August 2009 issue table of contents
A rare original surfaces at Harvard at an “almost providential” moment.
Winners across five categories, from commentary on Gaza to criticism on public architecture
Ann Kim Ha’s poignant children’s books
Operatic counterculture, a Passover graphic novel, James Joyce’s biographer, and more
Explaining taxi and ambulance drivers’ protection against Alzheimer’s disease.
What to do as men and boys fall behind
