8 Found Poems From Schaum's German Grammar

1.

We are always ill.
He never tells me the truth.
She is unfortunately outside now.
He is really not here.

2.

there
there
outside
inside
here
in or out
(on to the) left
above or upstairs
(on to the) right
everywhere
nowhere
away

3.

Despite good friends she was lonely.
The price of American cars is high.
The quality of many cheap things is poor.

He will probably not be allowed to go.
I will probably not be allowed to come.

4.

I wished the candle would burn all day.
I wished I knew women better.
I wished we would not think of it.
I wished she wouldn't bring me anything.
I wished we could know everything.

5.

Modern.
More modern.
Most modern.

6.

The room is dark.
Why are we in this dark room?
The coffee is bitter.
Why are you drinking this bitter coffee?
The orange is sour.
Who is buying these sour oranges?
The tower is high.
Why are we climbing this high tower?

7.

I would cry.
We would play.
They would get it.
He would not believe it.

8.

In the evening.
Soon.
Now.
At times.
In the night.
Never.
Seldom.
Yesterday.
Late.
Now.
Always.

NEW! Michelle Taransky In The Continental Review

In welcoming the rebirth of The Continental Review for this new year, we are lucky enough to be featuring a supremely lovely piece by Michelle Taransky and John L. Roberts.

Also, a superlative moment in more ways than one, in that this is the first video for the Review commissioned by new Associate Editor Jordan Stempleman. There are two more Associate Editors who have also come on board, and whose names will hopefully be revealed shortly.

Oh yes, friends, a somewhat new era.

The Continental Review.

It is always possible to renew yourself, or to forget yourself. It is never too late.

Debts

It's my last week of teaching at the university, and simultaneously, it seems that a number of things which have been concerning me will perhaps, I hope, be coming to an end around this Sunday. A strange coincidence, that diverse sources of unconnected concern may perhaps, deity willing, choose to dissipate at the one concomitant juncture. I believe in the stars . . . Which means that, if all goes to plan, both this blog and The Continental Review will hopefully be taking on a new lease of burgeoning life by as early as next week, and a new year will, in more ways than one, I hope, be able to begin.

Also, I've promised a growing number of people, for various reasons, to send them a copy of Novaless. They will be going out, soon. To be entirely honest, the reason I haven't sent them is simply because I haven't had the money of late to spend around 100 euros on postage. It's that simple. This said, if you aren't on the list below, and I've promised you a book-- I know I am forgetting at least several people --please just drop me another note at my new email address, which also could be taken note of for those with future correspondence:

Nicholas{(dot)}Manning({at})normalesup{[dot]}org

Thus, among other dear and brilliant friends, those promised:

Nick Piombino
John Tranter
Francois Luong
Craig Santos Perez
Ray Di Palma
Craig Laurence Adams
Tom Fink