“They didn't have much trouble teaching the ape to write poems: first they strapped him into a chair, then tied the pencil around his hand (the paper had already been nailed down). Then Dr. Bluespire leaned over his shoulder and… — James Tate Copy Share Image
In You Are Not Dead Wendy Xu breaks all the old rules that have never done us any favors anyway. She writes beautifully, noticing who we are, and letting us see ourselves with a little more humanity, a little more… — James Tate Copy Share Image
“When one is highly alert to language, then nearly everything begs to be a poem.” — James Tate Copy Share Image
William Waltz will take me through 'the buzz and clamor in a forest of hearts.' Adventures in the Lost Interiors of America is an… — James Tate Copy Share Image
“I couldn’t even picture Mavis’s face anymore. It was sad. She was being erased. I wanted to put my finger on her forehead, but… — James Tate Copy Share Image
“They didn't have much trouble teaching the ape to write poems: first they strapped him into a chair, then tied the pencil around his… — James Tate Copy Share Image
“I was outside St. Cecelia's Rectory smoking a cigarette when a goat appeared beside me. It was mostly black and white, with a little… — James Tate Copy Share Image
“for my father, 1922-1944 Your face did not rot like the others--the co-pilot, for example, I saw him yesterday. His face is corn- mush:… — James Tate Copy Share Image
“I am not a part of this home any longer. I am a tiny thing created by indifferent scientists. I am an experiment, a… — James Tate Copy Share Image
“Everybody who was anybody seemed to be going to a meeting, the glowworm, who was a solipsist, the lemur who was not.” — James Tate Copy Share Image
The challenge is always to find the ultimate in the ordinary horseshit. — James Tate Copy Share Image
“Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dreaming so deep there was nothing left in his head. What… — James Tate Copy Share Image
In You Are Not Dead Wendy Xu breaks all the old rules that have never done us any favors anyway. She writes beautifully, noticing… — James Tate Copy Share Image
