Compressed for Morse, compressed to better the odds this first, flimsy signal might send sense across ocean unbroken, I type just WYSSA, which you know means All my love darling in this telegraph of foreseen longing. In further news, YIHKE—I have grown a beard which is generally admired and with it will tease the […]
—label circa 1940 for an ivory spear tip in the MacMillan Collection, Provincetown Optimism, in a strange, American way, this zippy caption for what was foreign beyond language. Thingamabob. Doohickey distant as the need for a haasux (spear-thrower in Aleut) or unaaq (Inupiaq pole to check ice thickness). This tool (perhaps […]
I: Traffic MacMillan brings back specimens, of course. Proof and question both. Brings examples of the daily stuff native: garb and tools. One year, he captures the first moving film (rocks bending on a hill to feed) of musk ox. * He thinks dentistry and church were good additions. Isn’t […]
Elizabeth Bradfield talks about her experience discovering From the Fishouse.
Elizabeth Bradfield talks about the genesis of her poems “Against Solitude“; “Roughnecks and Rakes One and All, the Poet Speaks to Her Subjects, Polar Explorers“; and “Mirror 1: Mac and I Reflect on Distances.”