The Skin of Meaning. Keith Flynn

       Context

       Nostalgia as Entropy

       Great Blue Heron

       Montauk

       Democracy

       Clinton Redux

       Wall Street

       Climate Change

       The Neurologist

       Baby Boomers

       Gaslight: Inauguration Day

       The Agnostic

       DICHOTOMIES

       World Boogie

       Portrait of the Artist as a Spark

       Tranquility & Tremolo

       Thinking, Fast and Slow

       The Soul in Marble

       Tending the Plow

       Jenny Starling’s Classified Information

       Wonder Woman

       A Girl Like That

       Love Among Cannibals

       Robert Johnson’s Milk Cow Blues

       Louis and the Wolf

       This Rock Is Gonna Roll

       Glenn Gould in Carnegie Hall, 1962

       “Like a Buddha, Paul Motian says . . .”

       The Kick of Infinity: Paradoxical Architecture

       The Invisible Bridge

       The Hidden Life of Ants

       Gaza

       Fragments of a Door

       Stylish Violence

       The Searchers

       Caravaggio’s Carnal Gospel

       Broken into Light

       Blue Mountain Panorama

       NECROLOGIES

       “Snow is ghostly . . .”

       When You Go to Ground

       Thoughts on Easter While Digging a Grave

       The Long Black Road

       Shades of Night Descending

       The Justice System

       Salvador

       Look for Me in Liberia

       Jack Spicer

       Basquiat

       Villon

       Capital Punishment

       Writer’s Block

       Running with the Bulls

       Ceremony

       Dear Reader

       Houdini and the Dead Letter Office

       Le Papillon

       Death Trek

       Building a Circus on the Sound of Wings

       The Mountain That Eats Men

       Antietam

       Coffin Not Included

       The Silver Surfer

THE SKIN OF MEANING

       Speech is not dirty silence

       Clarified. It is silence made still dirtier.

      —Wallace Stevens

      The Creations of Sound

ETYMOLOGIES

THE SKIN OF MEANING

      He was late to the party and without directions,

      though his invitation was secure, and his instincts

      keenly honed to an acceptable edge, and as we