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A few months before Mary Austin Speaker moved away from New York, her city of many years, she started writing poetry on her train commute across the Manhattan Bridge. The result, called The Bridge, is emblematic of Speaker’s buoyant, radiant poetry, at once involved in a community—in this case the community of commuters in a given random subway car—and full of the lonesome individuality of a restless traveler. Speaker, who is well known for her design and editorial work over the last decade, gathered these train-born lines and arranged some of them into a sequence of poems, or maybe it’s a single long poem, that must rank as one of the most interesting, sustained poetic meditations on the rails in English. A tradition that includes Dante Gabriel Rossetti, C.S. Giscombe, Kai Carlson-Wee, and many others. And in Speaker’s case it’s a lyric of public transportation, too, in the vein of another great New York poem, “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry.” Commuters, caught in the “diurnal wretchedness” of repetitive laboring days, are in Speaker’s work rendered as fragments of consciousness in a mosaic of the daily intensities of living.
While journalists debate whether or not a purge of left-wingers is taking place in the Labour Party, those of us in the tightly-packed constituency of Wolverhampton South West are at the centre of something that couldn’t be referred to as anything but that. The historic constituency is probably most well known nationally for being a […]
Look at me! No, don’t look at the lollipop in my hair—look me in my unblinking dilated pupils. This nasty skin rash, which I probably got when Ella stuck her finger in my nose at preschool, is the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Because the doctor hooked me up with a little steroid called prednisone, street name “Pow Pow Juice,” and now I feel invincible. I’m indestructible. I’m a halfway-potty-trained God. And you will never stop pumpin’ those glorious medicine-filled plastic syringes down my throat. Got that, Mommy?
Actually, fill my Bluey water bottle with the stuff. Forget the syringes. I’m macro-dosing this junk. I can get so much done. I built a fort by flipping over the couch. I took apart my Frozen sing-along microphone and put it back together again. I finally got around to glittering the dog. I stabbed my dolly with my fairy wand for looking at me funny. I did a backflip off the table, landed on my head, got up, and just ran outside to do some laps.
U.S.-trained military officers have taken part in 11 coups in West Africa since 2008.
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U.S.-trained military officers have taken part in 11 coups in West Africa since 2008.
The post Niger Mutiny: Another U.S.-Trained Military Officer Led Coup appeared first on The Intercept.
- by Rachel Menzies
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