Sarah V. Schweig

Ur Poems: Sarah V. Schweig

by Sarah V. Schweig February 25, 2011 Memoir
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The first poem I ever loved was The Raven. Specifically, one line from the poem haunted me when I was young, and still does: “The silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain.”

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This Just In From the Void

by Sarah V. Schweig January 10, 2011 Poetry and Poetics
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Sestets is what it seems to be and a lot more: a small book of small poems that resurrect what they can from the nothingness.

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Anton Chekhov’s Letter to Dmitry V. Grigorovich

by Sarah V. Schweig April 21, 2010

(The elderly novelist to whom this letter is addressed won his reputation in the middle of the century and was thus a survivor of the Golden Age of Russian literature.  He had written to young Chekhov, with whom he was not acquainted, hailing him as the outstanding writer of his generation and urging him to [...]

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TheThe

by Sarah V. Schweig March 31, 2010 TheThe Poetry Blog
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The time has come to reveal (I think) the source (for those who don’t already know) of The The Poetry’s name, namely, “The Man on the Dump” by Wallace Stevens.

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NOTES ON NOISE

by Sarah V. Schweig March 24, 2010 Music
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People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share…
-Paul Simon

Music, I regret to say, affects me merely as an arbitrary succession of more or less irritating sounds….
-Vladimir Nabokov

To my wife Anne, without whose silence this book never would have been written.
-Philip K. Dick, dedication page from The Man in the High Castle

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Paying and Being Paid

by Sarah V. Schweig March 17, 2010 Academia
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I’d caught glimpses of them before. Maybe I’d been up very late and into the morning, taking the Brooklyn-bound train from Manhattan and had seen them standing with briefcases on platforms waiting for trains. Maybe I woke bright and early for my hangover, craving Naked Juice and sparkling water from the corner bodega. Maybe I had wild notions of pretending I had a nine-to-five writing schedule so that there would be an end to the thankless work.

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As If She Were a Symbol of Something

by Sarah V. Schweig March 17, 2010 Aesthetics
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Before I post my regularly scheduled post, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I give you an excerpt from James Joyce’s “The Dead.”

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Waverly Gate

by Sarah V. Schweig March 10, 2010 Academia
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A certain esteemed professor requires that those enrolled in his poetry workshop meet with him in his downtown studio apartment, right off Washington Square.

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