Making of a Poem: Farid Matuk on "Crease" - The Paris Review
Briefly

The results are gorgeous ruins, pieces of photographic paper bearing no image but deeply creased and distressed by Jeannie's touch.
But there was also an air of privileged piety about the whole scene-very different than the lives of the 'essential workers.'
Read at The Paris Review
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