Where language, that awe-striking human innovation, still feels awesome, Daniel Ari finds himself—fascinated, frustrated, maddened, mesmerized. It's a flurry, a fracas, a free-for-all—a fight—with poems!
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Sunday, January 13, 2013
Thirteenth small stone
Halle Berry; Abraham Lincoln; the guy giving me the finger from behind his steering wheel, face a suddentwist of rage; and I all have this in common: as infants, we sat in our own excrement. We've all done that.