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Virginia’s 2025 Year in Books
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Virginia Konchan
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The Gold Tooth in the Crooked Smile of God is a contemporary hero's journey that takes us not to hell and back, but infinity and back, always to the tune of music, yet never forgetting the struggle of our own lives, and the lives of those that came b
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“he—
the fatal lodestar—sinks
his rapier into the ground,
reclines on a four-poster bed
of crinoline and trash, remembers
the fidelity of man, his honorific
native tongue, humbly requests
a glass of water. It is the last glass
of water in the world. The fly
merely circulates. I could die here,
not unhappily, but won’t;—
the world will continue,
panoptic, bread will be baked,
the children will sleep fast.
It is the first day of the last day.
The low tide moans its applause”
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the fatal lodestar—sinks
his rapier into the ground,
reclines on a four-poster bed
of crinoline and trash, remembers
the fidelity of man, his honorific
native tongue, humbly requests
a glass of water. It is the last glass
of water in the world. The fly
merely circulates. I could die here,
not unhappily, but won’t;—
the world will continue,
panoptic, bread will be baked,
the children will sleep fast.
It is the first day of the last day.
The low tide moans its applause”
―
“When my ex-husband called me
a black hole, he was, in a sense,
correct: my face a gravity field
so strong even light cannot beam.”
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a black hole, he was, in a sense,
correct: my face a gravity field
so strong even light cannot beam.”
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“If the confident animal coming toward us
had a mind like ours,
the change in him would startle us.
But to him his own being is endless,
undefined, and without regard
for his condition: clear,
like his eyes. Where we see future,
he sees all, and himself
in all, made whole for always.”
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had a mind like ours,
the change in him would startle us.
But to him his own being is endless,
undefined, and without regard
for his condition: clear,
like his eyes. Where we see future,
he sees all, and himself
in all, made whole for always.”
―
