January 2011
12 posts
Thirty Years Rising, by Olena Kalytiak Davis
I needed to point to the buildings, as if they all stood for something, as if Detroit could rise again into its own skyline, filled in as it always is inside me: each cracked sidewalk, each of the uniformed girls, braided and quiet as weeds, each bicycled boy, each man with a car and a wife, the ones I slept with and arranged, neatly, like a newly laid subdivision.
But I was driving with my...
“Trash doesn’t belong to the academic tradition, and that’s part of the fun of trash—that you know (or should know) that you don’t have to take it seriously, that it was never meant to be any more than frivolous and trifling and entertaining.” — Pauline Kael
