Terrence Chiusano

Review Short: Daneen Wardrop’s Cyclorama and Terrence Chiusano’s on generation and corruption

About a decade ago ‘trauma’ became an industry in the academic literary critical economy. This was due in part to the success of Cathy Caruth, but there were other theorists that mattered before and after (Freud’s ‘repetition compulsion’ and Elaine Scarry’s body in pain). Holding hands with trauma was ‘witness’. Of course, witnessing has been in the discourse for a long time as well, but there was a steady growth in its paradigmatic quality after the Holocaust industry began to develop more fully (see Norman Finkelstein).

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A “Nearly” Thought, A Charming “Picture”

Here’s something: a first whir, the next step…a few feats more. I’ve “already” retched…reached, I mean; taken the jump so to speak. It seems right. And so the so-called story as it exists in the so-called here-and-now. • That to …

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The End of an ‘A’

“Small exact houses set back from small exact lawns.” “Two yellow vapor lamps.” Mist. Rain. Mud. Main street. Fogged glass. Wind. Wet gables. “Little rain-soaked capes of lindens, birch groves, pin oaks.” Assume I was once there (I do) studying …

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Packing the Elbow: Three Linked Poems of Thirty Lines

Thirty Lines for Dora An actual reply is a kind of thanks—for taking the time to make it, etc., very much taken if appreciated—but I think this reply isn’t actual, isn’t addressing the glitches that make the simple difficult: she …

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