Mary Di Lucia’s Accompaniments: A Glimpse Into the Dystopian Nature of Domesticity & Persistence

Mary Di Lucia might be, for all intents and purposes, “new” to the literary world (though her scholarly background makes her no match for most currently published), yet her highly unusual-in-its-genesis Accompaniments feels like the work of a woman whose voice has been dormant for years, merely waiting to burst forth at the opportune moment. The book was written in response to fellow Red Hook Editions alum … Continue reading Mary Di Lucia’s Accompaniments: A Glimpse Into the Dystopian Nature of Domesticity & Persistence

Genna RivieccioJuly 5, 2017July 5, 2017Leave a comment

Poetry

YOUR FATHER, YOUR MOTHER by Mary di Lucia

She is your mother. That is the truth of the image: she is your mother and thus the child there, with the milky eye, the face half in shadow, must be you? But is it you? It is a you you do not remember, nor is it a moment you remember; it is a small child in woolen leggings, pulling at the hand of a … Continue reading YOUR FATHER, YOUR MOTHER by Mary di Lucia

Genna RivieccioJune 12, 2017Leave a comment

Fiction

A BRIEF HISTORY OF MID-CENTURY PORTRAITURE: TV by Mary di Lucia

When we think of the history of art, the television rarely comes to mind, despite the fact that upon exploration, tv relates to many discourses: architecture, urban planning, the beaux arts, technology, psychoanalysis, and finally, portraiture itself. A tv in a room with a tv viewer and couch loosely mirrors some aspects of the psychoanalytic triad; that is, the tv, like the analysand, broadcasts a free-associative … Continue reading A BRIEF HISTORY OF MID-CENTURY PORTRAITURE: TV by Mary di Lucia

Genna RivieccioJune 9, 2017July 5, 20171 Comment

Poetry

Blindness/Your Brother by Mary di Lucia

He will go blind. He will go blind, you think, as they have all done, and it is you who will have let it happen. You have let it happen; it is too late. You could have told him: it is not the eye. It is the hands which reshape the universe. They are the remakers. All is seen through a glass, whether or not … Continue reading Blindness/Your Brother by Mary di Lucia

Genna RivieccioJune 8, 20171 Comment

Fiction

The Great Bear by Mary di Lucia

His teeth were sharp. By day, he hid them. By day he had hands. At night, they were claws. They scratched on the old trees until the bark was gone. They were telephone poles. He was leaving messages. He kept his hands in his pockets. The crows came: one, two, three. Their claws left tracks. He couldn’t read them. The clouds were too thick. He … Continue reading The Great Bear by Mary di Lucia

Genna RivieccioJune 6, 20171 Comment