The sexual terror lions are roaring into my ears as I make my way between their cages at the Bertram Mills circus in England in nineteen fifty-seven when I’m twenty. The terrible lions have roared for six months and though I don’t know it they’ll roar for six more then be extinguished, leaving…
Bianca Burning
C.K. Williams
‘The sexual terror lions are roaring into my ears as I make my way between their cages’
40 years of Granta

The Silkworms
Nothing to see here!

Peace Shall Destroy Many
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Blue Sky Days
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Vladimir in Love
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The Transition
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know? What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
C.K. Williams
C.K. Williams is an American poet. Williams received a Guggenheim Fellowship in 1974. The National Book Critics Circle award was given to him in 1987 for Flesh and Blood. In 2000, Williams won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his collection, Repair, and in 2003 won the National Book Award for The Singing. He has also received the PEN/Voelcker Award for Poetry. C.K William’s new collection, Wait, was published in May 2010 (FSG), and a prose study, On Whitman (Princeton University Press), was published in April. He teaches creative writing at Princeton University.
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