The Paris ReviewAn Excessively Noisy Gut, a Silver Snarling Trumpet, and a Big Bullshit StoryThe Paris Review - Sophie Haigney and Olivia Kan-SperlingEach month, we comb through dozens of soon-to-be-published books, for ideas and good writing for the Review’s site. Often, we’re struck by particular paragraphs or sentences from the galleys that stack up on our desks and spill over onto our shelves. We often share them with each other on Slack, …
The Paris ReviewHannah Arendt, PoetThe Paris Review - Srikanth ReddyFor a while there in the late nineties, it seemed to me like every other book of poetry that I flipped open in the bookstore was prefaced by an austere epigraph from the writings of Ludwig Wittgenstein. Plato, Rousseau, Nietzsche, Sartre, and Wittgenstein—for all their many differences—enjoy a …
The Paris ReviewControl Is Controlled by Its Need to Control: My Basic Electronics Course - The Paris ReviewThe Paris Review - J. D. DanielsLet me begin by insisting that I learned nothing. What is left of it now, my electronics project, other than the names of these things? A solderless breadboard, and another one, and another one. A fifty-foot roll of twenty-seven-gauge insulated copper wire. Tactile switch micro assortment momentary …
The Paris ReviewMaking of a Poem: Sara Gilmore on “Safe camp”The Paris Review - Sara GilmoreFor our series Making of a Poem, we’re asking poets to dissect the poems they’ve published in our pages. Sara Gilmore’s poems “Mad as only an angel can be” and “Knowing constraint” appear in the new Fall issue of the Review, no. 249. The poem she discusses here, “Safe camp,” is published on the …
The Paris ReviewSafe campThe Paris Review - Sara GilmoreI was still but tried, in a burst it’s all lit up by. In the quiet permission I took my unit of heart and wondered if it was enough. Can’t in cannot, the backwater was canceled So a quiet commercial Could play inside instead. An artifact Gathered and became immobile, and even so Changed year to year until …
The Paris ReviewThe American Sentence: On Gertrude Stein’s MelancthaThe Paris Review - Edwin FrankA young Henry James, writing about Nathaniel Hawthorne in 1879, notoriously remarked, “One might enumerate the items of high civilization, as it exists in other countries, which are absent from the texture of American life, until it should become a wonder to know what was left.” For James, …
