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“We were then young girls and our want was written on our skins. Between our legs and along our necks and wrists, our skin craved friction and more friction. We kissed calluses into the backs of our hands, murmuring comfort at the enflamed flesh, but still, our skin would not be satisfied. In the dark, we rubbed pillows against stinging nipples and curled knee to chin, hoping to keep the skin from flying from our bodies. Stay with me, we said. In the mornings, we woke to puddles of wet sugar in our beds and wrung moisture from our underwear.”
“They slowed down Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony so it stretched over 24 hours. The effect was of a continual climbing, with no resolution – just an ever-building terror, the slowest imaginable scream. In a state of heightened time, everything reduces to fear, a sublime fear. If life has any meaning, it comes at the end.”
“I think I came to and still come to writing as a sounding board—and I mean that in both senses. As a way not just to record experience, but to be or to have one, to investigate one’s habitus. What’s that Oppen line: “There are things we live among and to see them is to know ourselves.” I think of it as a way of seeing more deeply.”

Paper Trumpets #4: Sad Nuisance by Kevin Sampsell

One of the things I’m trying to do with this column is talk about process and presentation. I’m still a little conflicted about explaining things, as if I’m ruining your interpretation. Maybe I should be using more passive descriptions: This image could mean that…The words could possibly describe… The mood of this piece is maybe about… Instead of telling you what something means, maybe I should be more open. Maybe I should be asking you questions. Who is your sad nuisance, your enemy? When you faint does it feel like you’re falling through a ceiling?”

“They slowed down Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony so it stretched over 24 hours,” Gabbert writes: “The effect was of a continual climbing, with no resolution – just an ever-building terror, the slowest imaginable scream. In a state of heightened time, everything reduces to fear, a sublime fear. If life has any meaning, it comes at the end.”
— Brian Pera reviews The Self Unstable by Elisa Gabbert
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A selection of photographs from Steven Tagle’s new book, Outside Windows.