‘Hardly a man takes a half hour’s nap after dinner, but when he wakes he holds up his head and asks, “What’s the news?” as if the rest of mankind had stood his sentinels. Some give directions to be waked every half hour, doubtless for no other purpose; and then, to pay for it, they tell what they have dreamed. “Pray tell me any thing new that has happened to a man any where on this globe,”โand he reads it over his coffee and rolls, that a man has had his eyes gouged out this morning on the Wachito River; never dreaming the while that he lives in the dark unfathomed mammoth cave of this world, and has but the rudiment of an eye himself.’
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Solo volumes are ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ (Fathom, 2018) and ๐๐ค๐๐๐จ (Cherry Grove, 2013). Founding editor at Fathom Books and SHARKPACK imprints; degrees from Columbia University and Boston College. Publishing credits in ๐๐ค๐๐ฉ๐ง๐ฎ, ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ผ๐, 3๐ผ๐, ๐๐ง๐๐๐ช๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ก๐ฎ, ๐ผ๐๐๐, ๐๐ค๐ก๐ฉ, and ๐ฝ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ผ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ; editing and reader credits in poetry, non-fiction, and fiction at ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐, ๐๐ค๐๐ก๐/๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฉ๐ง๐ก๐ฎ, and ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ, respectively. Writing fellowships from The Poetry Foundation, MacDowell Colony, Vermont Studio Center, and Massachusetts Cultural Council.
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Love this passage. As the odds would have it, I was reading it yesterday.
My favorite bit:โTo a philosopher all news, as it is call, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their teaโ