Stray paragraphs in February, year of the rat -- Stray paragraphs in April, year of the rat -- Basic dialogue -- Star turn -- A bad memory makes you a metaphysician, a good one makes you a saint -- Thinking about the poet Larry Levis one afternoon in late May -- In the kingdom of the past, the brown-eyed man is king -- Passing the morning under the Serenissima -- Venetian dog -- In the Valley of the Magra -- Returned to the Yaak cabin, I overhear an old Greek song -- Ars poetica II -- Cicada blue -- All landscape is abstract, and tends to repeat itself -- Opus posthumous -- What do you write about, where do your ideas come from? -- Quotations -- The Appalachian book of the dead II -- Indian summer II -- Autumn's sidereal, November's a ball and chain -- The writing life -- Reply to Wang Wei -- Giorgio Morandi and the talking eternity blues -- Drone and Ostinato -- Ostinato and Drone -- "It's turtles all the way down" -- Half February -- Back yard boogie woogie -- The Appalachian book of the dead III -- Opus posthumous II -- Body language -- "When you're lost in Juarez, in the rain, and it's Eastertime too" -- The Appalachian book of the dead IV -- Spring storm -- Early Saturday afternoon, early evening -- "The Holy Ghost asketh for us with mourning and weeping unspeakable" -- The Appalachian book of the dead V -- Star turn II -- After reading Tao Ching, I wander untethered through the short grass -- Remembering Spello, sitting outside in Prampolini's garden -- After rereading Robert Graves, I go outside to get my head together -- American twilight -- The Appalachian book of the dead VI -- Landscape as metaphor, landscape as fate and a happy life -- Opus posthumous III.
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