the moon broke the edge of the crater like an eggshell — Malaparte, The Skin, translated brilliantly by David Moore, New York Review Book publication, 2013. Original work published as La pelle, 1949. p. 36 All of us, officers and men, vied with one another to see which of us could

that Max Richter says, plus the beginning of a third, in the liner notes for The Blue Notebooks, last first, since it considers the music: “I come from a high-modernist classical music training, … where maximum complexity, extreme dissonance, asymmetry and impenetrability were badges of honour. If you wrote a single

This poem departs from the idea which is not my own that all that we think of as objective knowledge is subjective knowledge. I suppose I can call it a poem, I am introducing poems that don’t exist. It doesn’t exist, this poem. When we think of the