These are the poems of a traveler and a lover who feels both the terror of time passing and the consolation of eternity. From such tension spring lovely poetic objects, ready for intelligent use. — Andrei Codrescu Copy Share Image
“The richness of our ethnic insults vocabulary was wide and deep. It reflected, all too easily, the more elaborate predjiduces of our parents (not… — Andrei Codrescu Copy Share Image
“The real secret, though, is that nobody belongs, whether they are natives or not. After expulsion from paradise all humans are in exile. You… — Andrei Codrescu Copy Share Image
“The internet liquefied physical borders faster than they were already doing on their own. For all that, there are only regional writers. There are… — Andrei Codrescu Copy Share Image
“Poetry is again hip in America as people are beginning to refuse to die of boredom and to choke in the fog of their… — Andrei Codrescu Copy Share Image
“Our ancestors had fought and murdered one another, married and forged alliances, founded countries. At their best - but only for selfish reasons -… — Andrei Codrescu Copy Share Image
Nostalgia is masochism and masochism is something masochists love to share. — Andrei Codrescu Copy Share Image
There is no ´Complete Idiots Guide to Creationism,´ but perhaps one is not needed. — Andrei Codrescu Copy Share Image
Cookbooks bear the same relation to real books that microwave food bears to your grandmother?s. — Andrei Codrescu Copy Share Image
“It is a sad fact that all flesh must die, but there is no reason why one's story, as well as one's soul, should… — Andrei Codrescu Copy Share Image
