Essai of Valeria Tsygankova

I learned from you to. As a valid form of academia.

Though the objects of her reading are often academic, her reading differs both from understood “critical” forms and from what Warner has described as critical reading’s casual alternatives. As they are implied by the critical/uncritical binary offered by academia, these uncritical practices of reading in “identification, self-forgetfulness, reverie, sentimentality, enthusiasm, literalism, aversion, distraction” and such other “disorganized” modes are considered “by definition neither reflective nor analytic.” As is clear from her poetry and prose, she reads unapologetically in these very attitudes, in a way that is technically uncritical, though with critical, certainly analytic, ends.

A situation arises to feel it as important. To make dinner for four and several hours. I sat reading and several hours on dinner for four people. When Susan Howe says Matthiessen couldn’t love Whitman so he jumped from a hotel window I feel it as important. I don’t know what they ask but they ask. I ask it myself. There there my little critical distance. Enthusiasm’s ethical implications inhere in a definition of useful learning so with reading. The hope that the wig of neutrality will come off when you need your head. What he felt as his lack of utility to the scholarly community. One more thing that said our youngest shape hasn’t taken and not please. My street is finishing.

A raw home is stringy about one and dust a golden forgotten elsewhere sorry to forget in mountains and pictures but how to be going anywhere. They used to have suitcases with all kinds of things stuck to them for these months I became hearing things. These months I became then hearing things which to say in mountains when did we learn that we became what we heard things after we learned them. My head slept because I felt things a great deal nibbed slightly homeward expectations for becoming.



Books arrive in bales and barrels at customs

Barrels keep liquids out

the centuries I do not know

Printer Bookseller Binder

Stationer Medicine Vender

Binders leave footprints

what has obscured is by

accident we can only guess

what has survived is edging

we don’t have the thongs

We weren’t there

the more flexible the leaf

The use of such nails

Evince of hands