MARIE-CLAUDE CARPENTER     Her apartment overlooking the Seine.  People went to dinner there in the winter.  Sometimes there was an expert on Mallarmé  We talked a lot about the war  Straightway after the meal  she'd apologize for having to leave so soon,  She used to say, Stay as long you like.  No one spoke about her when she wasn't there.  You always went home with the feeling of  having spent a few hours as the guest of strangers  with other guests who were strangers too  of having been on a train, having waited in doctors' waiting rooms, hotels, airports  There was a swimming pool. But no one went in.  We just sat and looked at Paris.  The empty avenues
       
     
 INTERVIEW WITH A CHILD OF PRIVILEGE     Diane: I hope to see more of you.  Christopher: There isn't any more.
       
     
 INNOCENCE     the candles, the sea shells  and my collection of shoes from all over the world     There is an innocence to them, said Frances.  an incandescence which I have seen only   in Egyptian pottery at the museum.
       
     
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 BALZAC     Betty Fernandez.  Dead a long time ago now.  I can remember her grace.  She's dressed in scraps of brocade,  out-of-date suits, moth-eaten fox furs  that's her kind of beauty,  tattered, chill, plaintive and in exile  She entertained, Betty Fernandez  We went sometimes.  Ramon Fernandez used to talk about Balzac  as if he himself  had once tried to be Balzac  It was always a joy to meet him in the street  Hallo how are you? he'd say,  in the English style, without a comma,  She, Betty Fernandez, spoke only of  the things still left for sale in the shops,  extra rations of milk or fish,  ways of dealing with shortages,  she didn't go beyond that,  always a good friend, loyal and affectionate.  Collaborators, the Fernandezes were.
       
     
 UPCOUNTRY     During recess she looks toward the street,  all on her own, leaning against a post  in the schoolyard.     The lady's on the terrace outside her room,  looking at the avenues bordering the Mekong,  I see her when I come home from catechism class  with my younger brother.  The room is in the middle of a great palace  with covered traces, the palace itself  in the middle of the garden of oleanders and palms.     she's started giving evening parties again,  the ones expected of her  so that people can just meet occasionally  and escape from the frightful loneliness  of serving in outposts upcountry
       
     
 THE SURFACE WORLD     rise to the surface.  Dress up.  Go and take a look at the surface world  All of it shines,  the dresses, the furniture, the glasses,  the silver, the ice, the satins  Caresses gold sun-worshipping ring  from the tomb of Tutankhamen
       
     
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ROMANTICISM
       
     
 MARIE-CLAUDE CARPENTER     Her apartment overlooking the Seine.  People went to dinner there in the winter.  Sometimes there was an expert on Mallarmé  We talked a lot about the war  Straightway after the meal  she'd apologize for having to leave so soon,  She used to say, Stay as long you like.  No one spoke about her when she wasn't there.  You always went home with the feeling of  having spent a few hours as the guest of strangers  with other guests who were strangers too  of having been on a train, having waited in doctors' waiting rooms, hotels, airports  There was a swimming pool. But no one went in.  We just sat and looked at Paris.  The empty avenues
       
     

MARIE-CLAUDE CARPENTER

 

Her apartment overlooking the Seine.

People went to dinner there in the winter.

Sometimes there was an expert on Mallarmé

We talked a lot about the war

Straightway after the meal

she'd apologize for having to leave so soon,

She used to say, Stay as long you like.

No one spoke about her when she wasn't there.

You always went home with the feeling of

having spent a few hours as the guest of strangers

with other guests who were strangers too

of having been on a train, having waited in doctors' waiting rooms, hotels, airports

There was a swimming pool. But no one went in.

We just sat and looked at Paris.

The empty avenues

 INTERVIEW WITH A CHILD OF PRIVILEGE     Diane: I hope to see more of you.  Christopher: There isn't any more.
       
     

INTERVIEW WITH A CHILD OF PRIVILEGE

 

Diane: I hope to see more of you.

Christopher: There isn't any more.

 INNOCENCE     the candles, the sea shells  and my collection of shoes from all over the world     There is an innocence to them, said Frances.  an incandescence which I have seen only   in Egyptian pottery at the museum.
       
     

INNOCENCE

 

the candles, the sea shells

and my collection of shoes from all over the world

 

There is an innocence to them, said Frances.

an incandescence which I have seen only 

in Egyptian pottery at the museum.

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 BALZAC     Betty Fernandez.  Dead a long time ago now.  I can remember her grace.  She's dressed in scraps of brocade,  out-of-date suits, moth-eaten fox furs  that's her kind of beauty,  tattered, chill, plaintive and in exile  She entertained, Betty Fernandez  We went sometimes.  Ramon Fernandez used to talk about Balzac  as if he himself  had once tried to be Balzac  It was always a joy to meet him in the street  Hallo how are you? he'd say,  in the English style, without a comma,  She, Betty Fernandez, spoke only of  the things still left for sale in the shops,  extra rations of milk or fish,  ways of dealing with shortages,  she didn't go beyond that,  always a good friend, loyal and affectionate.  Collaborators, the Fernandezes were.
       
     

BALZAC

 

Betty Fernandez.

Dead a long time ago now.

I can remember her grace.

She's dressed in scraps of brocade,

out-of-date suits, moth-eaten fox furs

that's her kind of beauty,

tattered, chill, plaintive and in exile

She entertained, Betty Fernandez

We went sometimes.

Ramon Fernandez used to talk about Balzac

as if he himself

had once tried to be Balzac

It was always a joy to meet him in the street

Hallo how are you? he'd say,

in the English style, without a comma,

She, Betty Fernandez, spoke only of

the things still left for sale in the shops,

extra rations of milk or fish,

ways of dealing with shortages,

she didn't go beyond that,

always a good friend, loyal and affectionate.

Collaborators, the Fernandezes were.

 UPCOUNTRY     During recess she looks toward the street,  all on her own, leaning against a post  in the schoolyard.     The lady's on the terrace outside her room,  looking at the avenues bordering the Mekong,  I see her when I come home from catechism class  with my younger brother.  The room is in the middle of a great palace  with covered traces, the palace itself  in the middle of the garden of oleanders and palms.     she's started giving evening parties again,  the ones expected of her  so that people can just meet occasionally  and escape from the frightful loneliness  of serving in outposts upcountry
       
     

UPCOUNTRY

 

During recess she looks toward the street,

all on her own, leaning against a post

in the schoolyard.

 

The lady's on the terrace outside her room,

looking at the avenues bordering the Mekong,

I see her when I come home from catechism class

with my younger brother.

The room is in the middle of a great palace

with covered traces, the palace itself

in the middle of the garden of oleanders and palms.

 

she's started giving evening parties again,

the ones expected of her

so that people can just meet occasionally

and escape from the frightful loneliness

of serving in outposts upcountry

 THE SURFACE WORLD     rise to the surface.  Dress up.  Go and take a look at the surface world  All of it shines,  the dresses, the furniture, the glasses,  the silver, the ice, the satins  Caresses gold sun-worshipping ring  from the tomb of Tutankhamen
       
     

THE SURFACE WORLD

 

rise to the surface.

Dress up.

Go and take a look at the surface world

All of it shines,

the dresses, the furniture, the glasses,

the silver, the ice, the satins

Caresses gold sun-worshipping ring

from the tomb of Tutankhamen

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ROMANTICISM

Romanticism is a collection of collage poems made from the memoirs, letters and diaries of Martha Graham, Anaïs Nin, Marguerite Duras, Billie Holiday and Diane Arbus. Photographs trace their paths through cafes, hotels, bars and museums of the cities in which their lives played out: Paris, London and New York.

"Romanticism," wrote Anaïs Nin, "was an obsession with the far in place of the near... the unattainable in place of the attainable."

"Catherine Corman has recast the words of these five bold women into vital, independent poems, and in so doing, she has given their voices new energy and a new, personal clarity. These verses, by turns wistful, severe, wry, generous, bitter, resolute, and compassionate, are, alongside Corman's luminous photographs, a pleasure to read."

-Lydia Davis