Sunday, April 27, 2003

# Posted 12:02 PM by Patrick Belton  

LITERARY INTERLUDE: Maureen McLane, a prize fellow at Harvard, writes a lovely review of poet Henri Cole's latest work, Middle Earth. In one memorable passage, McLane writes that in Cole's hands metaphor
becomes a dazzling figure for the self that is not identical to itself, the always self-estranged subject, the self amazed by its origins, the distances it has traveled, the desires it has fed, the death it always faces. ''My heart as innocent as Buddha's / . . . I eat sugar like a canary from a grown man's tongue / . . . I cling like a cicada to the latticework of memory.''

Go read the whole thing.
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