Poetry. "Benjamin Friedlander remembers what wounds of World War he was born after. Days can't cover words at the fact gate. Lines to the end of myth begin at the middle. This is intelligent, passionate writing. The poems in TIME RATIONS are fragments, splinters, and pilgrim staves"—Susan Howe.
I'm a poet, critic, and editor, and make my living teaching American Studies and Poetics at the University of Maine. I'm also a dabbler in translation, from German (with a dictionary, making a lot of errors) and Italian (with my wife, who is a native speaker).