A spectre haunted the Lützow-Ufer – the spectre of Dadaism. It hung from the ceiling and peered down from the...
I met Lidija Dimkovska at the Twin Cities Book Festival in October, fleetingly, and completely by accident. I had...
The title of my essay has been stolen from another essay written in 1919.[1] In this older work, the...
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