CARL PHILLIPS: THE PURE PLEASURE OF LANGUAGE
Carl Phillips’s poems often make me feel like they’re on the way to a story, but leave me off in an Edenic grove where I can experience the pure pleasure of language.
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Today is the birthday of Ernest Hemingway, and I spent the whole morning trying to find a passage in The Sun Also Rises that I remember vividly but which may not exist on the page.
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