Grief

“no thing has no end,” the artist Jenine Marsh writes in this issue’s Composition column. As we know, endings produce absences, and absences rouse new processes, new feelings, new layers of ourselves. It’s notoriously hard to talk about, write about, produce culture from this rousing; I tend to think that means it’s as vital as blood. I’m grateful to every contributor in this issue, for moving their hands toward this thing called grief, seeing what happens when contact is initiated.

During our Curious Criticism symposium in autumn 2021, Harry Dodge said something like: poetics are chiefly a means with which not to obscure what’s inherently clear but rather to echo the