The Hotel Windsor, Melbourne Australia When Phyrne farewells thrift, she welcomes haute-couture—a whole suite at the Windsor to house her capacious wardrobe and a ladies’ maid (Dot, rescued from the street) to tend it. Only her first day in Melbourne and already she’s bought a flamboyant satin and fur ensemble from a city courturière. She’s […]
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The Detective’s Chair (6) by Anne M. Carson
Comrade Chief Inspector Chen Cao Shanghai Police, China Comrade Chen is permeable to poetry. Ineffable feelings assail him—the waft, the glimpse—how poems unfold is how crimes. Self-professed romantic, he wishes poetic justice upon crimes. 1990s; Shanghai teeters between an open door and fear of the bourgeois West. Lit major, published modernist poet, Chen is yanked […]
The Detective’s Chair Two Prose Poems by Anne M. Carson
The Detective’s Chair (4) Salvo Montalbano doesn’t think like other men; his mind is lithe, elastic. He sees odour as colour—brownish yellow streaked with fiery red assails him in the sick woman’s room. A manly swoon stops him in his tracks when intuition kicks in. Metaphor is real and lived. Synchronicities appear with the force […]