Tag: Vincent James Perrone
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Two Poems by Vincent James Perrone from The Future
Autobiography of Dust I’m leading a quiet life in my dark apartment | searching for Higgs Boson in the company of stray fireworks | from May to October | waiting for old habits to expire | with the annuals and cut-rate stars | and the apartment | is more the linger of seasons | the…
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The Great Indoorsman, essays by Andrew Farkas, reviewed by Vincent James Perrone
There are too few champions of the indoors. The word itself has been sullied by incels and agoraphobes—malcontents and the discontented—connoting loneliness and isolation, despite its unassuming etymology. The indoors have languished in the cultural backwaters of nonfiction, pushed aside for the literally (literarily?) greener pastures of the travelogue, the naturalistic essay, and texts concerning…
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The New Existence, a novel by Michael Collins, reviewed by Vincent James Perrone
Americans in their cars. Even in cities blessed with workable public transit, the car remains ubiquitous in the image of America. The highway sprawls, the careening suburban neighborhoods, the gridded urban avenues. And in our cars, we become singular, lone pod-people encapsulated and resolute in our isolation, only likely to make contact with others through…
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You Never Get It Back, short stories by Cara Blue Adams, reviewed by Vincent James Perrone
Often, short stories are a gesture, a head nod, a breath, a whole lot of symbolism beneath every action and conversation. They’re the shadows that make up the moments of life. For another kind of writer, the short story is a microcosm. It’s a portal that opens up, sucks you in, spins you around, and…
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Reunion of the Good Weather Suicide Cult, a debut novel by poet Kyle McCord, reviewed by Vincent James Perrone
Membership Where are you? On your evening off, your quiet morning, in the brief moments between longer moments of work and sleep and material responsibilities? If you are a member of the mostly secularized modern world, you’re likely looking for salves against alienation. Personal passions, pleasures, numbness, or revelry. If you’re a bit more well-balanced…
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“Escape from Freedom”: Vincent James Perrone Reviews Pilot, a debut collection of poetry by Danika Stegeman LeMay
“In the name of ‘freedom’ life loses all structure; it is composed of many little pieces, each separate from the other and lacking any sense as a whole. The individual is left alone with these pieces like a child with a puzzle”—Erich Fromm Body and Machine The text begins at the body—the B-o-d-i-e-s—the individual you…
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