I was a freak, but happily my freakishness was language, not, say, classifying antique crankshafts.
The Paris Review, The Art of Poetry No. 89, Issue 173, Spring 2005
I was a freak, but happily my freakishness was language, not, say, classifying antique crankshafts.
The Paris Review, The Art of Poetry No. 89, Issue 173, Spring 2005