Blue Manifesto Letter from the Editor
Playlist
Not Full Enough
Henri Bergson on Possibility and Creation
Pandæmonium
Matthew Schultz
When I’m walking in the city,
a stone among the riverrun
of people current-carried
by sidewalk slant and lucid light,
I am godlike: exiled and furious
I creep from corner to corner
covered by sky-scraped shadow
and gloom because, of course,
I’d rather be anywhere but here.
And as sewer-steam billows out
from the subway stairs, released
by the brackish bake beneath
black streets, the unspooling heat
reminds me of green Midwestern
avenues lined with well-lighted garages
and subtle dignity––reminds me
of the fireflies’ silent glow serenading
one another across the dusk-
dimmed lawns of Cheever’s America.