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“They are like men because they are isolated / yet stand in the rain, surrounded by mounds / of dirt and asphalt to catch spillover—”
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In Woolf’s final, unfinished manuscript, she employs a “methodology of disorder” that enables “that state of mind in which it seems possible to us to write the book, not to read it.”
“I swiveled my head then to find a deer / camouflaged by the leaves no longer there / ‘what should I do with someone’s silhouette?’ ”
“I wonder if a week without sugar will rearouse my desire.”
“It was making me desperate, thinking I was going to have to find a job. A job for Christ’s sake.”
“The two who stood there / and the two who saw them said / not what they said”
This portfolio, curated by Jonas for the Review, collects drawings of her dogs, made across the past fifty years.