I won’t be giving
the End of Time the time of
day. Anthropocene
suicide and the
Earth as we know it with it.
But until then, the
poem of the be-
tween concerns ‘the people’ in
Simone Weil’s usage,
the fatigue thereof
and the quenchings of desire
in the arts of love,
cooking, dancing, and
the like: I shall celebrate
these in small poems.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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