Unsettle
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Tell me we’ll never get used to it. Richard Siken, 2005 The boy didn’t know what to do with sounds that entered his head and became something else. His parents would soon be caught in the glare of their weekly murder mystery, its theme a barrage of horns lingering too long on the tonic, the… More
Star-Taker
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She’s on her way to my grandmother’s apartment door and listens to the elevator make that little breathing sound, that unsteady inhalation, as it travels from her penthouse at 10 Gracie Square to our 8th floor. I can almost hear her remembering my paternal grandmother, the woman she’s thought of as Esther from when she… More
Four Ways In
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They were two 12 year old boys fighting sleep in an attic room, wondering when their balls would drop and why fathers were so strange. They stretched across the top bunk of the bed unit that was theirs for the summer, bopping feet over its edge and squishing crotches on the coverlet, eyeing what they’d… More
The Storied Cry
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I know that when self-interest becomes a flaming light, its burst into self-serving shudders everything that it touches. More
Farrell & DeSanty Debut New Music Video
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Two longtime friends of Fogged Clarity, Boston songwriter Samantha Farrell and filmmaker Christopher DeSanty, recently teamed-up on the music video below for Farrell’s song “Lost Without Your Love”. Delicately shot against a muted Boston cityscape, DeSanty employs chirographic subtitles and a subtle narrative structure to frame the longing implicit in Farrell’s latest track. As is… More
Get under It
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On this late Sunday night, halfway through July, I listen to the wood thrush outside our kitchen window. His song’s upward curl fills the back garden two stories below, butts against the humid air, and makes all of Brooklyn’s Cobble Hill his sound. Behind me, in our bedroom, the man I’ve loved for 15 years… More
Ross Gay
Ross Gay is the author of three books of poetry: Against Which; Bringing the Shovel Down; and Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude, winner of the 2015 National Book Critics Circle Award and the 2016 Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award. He teaches creative writing and grows living things in Indiana. Ben Evans: Must all progress be incremental, or… More
Leaving Lessons
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Fin and Flesh For years beyond counting, she lived far under water among the green things. Their shine resembled that light before the storm comes above ground, as if seen through the veins of a new leaf held close to the eye, in a time so distant that its tale must have been whispered in… More
Hostage Situation
I. Wherever I turn, sparrows flash on pillars of air, And bewitching women poise in high windows; What can a person do in response to such abundance? Darwin played the trombone to his French beans, And Diogenes tried to refute it by getting up and walking away, But once you’ve divided one into two, You’re… More
“Fogged Clarity” Seeks Communications Assistant
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The arts review Fogged Clarity (www.foggedclarity.com) is seeking a Digital Media Coordinator to help launch an upcoming video performance series (The Les Cheneaux Sessions), as well as to spearhead general magazine and content promotion. Fogged Clarity is an international not-for-profit print and digital arts review publishing literature, interviews, and art that explore consciousness and notions… More
Imaging Figures #7: Actionable Bodies
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The wolf is entitled to the lamb. The Mountain Wreath (1847) You would not believe how many words there are for home and what savage music there can be wrung from it. Edna O’Brien (2015) For months now, I’ve seemed to live in a crowd of stories. The second epigraph to Edna O’Brien’s recent novel,… More
The Localist
From there you could see the whole town: tear it down. Tear it down. -Mike McGriff To preserve the town, first turn your back on the world. Lose yourself completely. Then begin to undress in a creaking hotel where the floorboards each speak resonances to you, & their shifting makes clear your small town tectonics.… More
Train
I can almost touch her cheek in this London train that jostles us together, as time jostles back and forth between us on her phone, the videos she plays as if only she can see them. Here is a nightclub, here a pool, a cluster of girls in a mosque’s courtyard, now they’re clutching each… More
Uplift
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The world is never done with you. Ellen McLaughlin (lyrics)/Sarah Kirkland Snider (music), Penelope (2010) If he were a sentence, he would be weighted with prepositions. They’d mark the things and people he chose, or felt compelled, to carry. With words like from, to, over, under, and across as harbingers, aimed at what happens just… More
Beatrice amid the Rectangles
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I want to cross the road in my naked feet. I want to introduce you to Planter’s Punch. I want to go on declaring since, as a child, I was forbidden to make a single one, and I have all that time to stand up for. Beatrice Straight and I were pausing in the middle… More
Wanted: Gifted Detroit Musicians
The Midtown Sessions Beginning in November 2015 Fogged Clarity will begin filming a series of performances by talented musicians/bands living and creating in the greater Detroit area. These performances will be featured on foggedclarity.com and will be archived alongside other installments in our acclaimed Fogged Clarity Sessions series— a series that has featured performances by… More
Imaging Figures #6
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On Woolf, Plato, and the pricking pain that enhances what the eye can take. More
Bett, Talking
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When I think of him, I remember the mirrors in his eyes, where anyone who stood in front of him seemed to live. I was in there for a time, too, off to the side and as if in the middle of moving out. More
What Sports Taught Me About Writing
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Author John McCaffrey explains how a round of golf altered his approach to writing and publishing. More
The Lyric Dream Project: Dream 29
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Indrani Sengupta’s poem “Somniloquy” is the final installment of Fogged Clarity’s Lyric Dream Project More