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“In Vast Flights, Borne Along Like Smoke, Mist”: A Review Edwin Torres’s Quanundrum [i will be your many angled thing]
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Writing What You Don’t Know: Poetry and the Arcane
By Tony Trigilio It’s early-autumn 1993 and I’ve just sat down for an office-hour appointment with my Northeastern University…
