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I understood that, finally and absolutely, I alone exist. All the rest, I saw, is merely what pushes me, or what I push against, blindly—as blindly as all that is not myself pushes back. I create the whole universe blink by blink…

“The world resists me and I resist the world,” I said. “That’s all there is. The mountains are what I define them as.” Ah, monstrous stupidity of childhood, unreasonable hope!

-John Gardner’s Grendel, “the Beowulf legend retold from the monster’s point of view”

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Evan Hansen lives in San Francisco. He drives across the Golden Gate Bridge and looks at tourists every day on his way to and from work. His poems have appeared in the Burnside Review, Cimarron Review, Cortland Review, Drunken Boat, Juked, Maggy 1, and a variety of other publications. He and his fiancée are adopting a puppy.

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  • cephas7 April 15, 2014, 6:41 am

    But do we create or recognize what “is?”

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