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Andrew Bertaina
@andrewbertaina.bsky.social

The body is a temporary gathering place (2024 Autofocus) . One Person Away From You (2021 Moon City Press)3x notable at Best American Essays. Work in The Best American Poetry, The ThreePenny Review, Prairie Schooner etc.
“When I spoke to him about the loneliness I didn’t mean out in the wheat fields. There is a loneliness that opens up between two people sitting in a bar, not in love with one another, not even certain they like the way they are entangled with one another.”

Anne Carson
November 11, 2025 at 2:00 PM
I do not share the same opinion as everyone. It seems to me that the elected officials should be able to govern, within reason. And if they want the ACA to fall, okay. People can decide if they like that or not. I would guess not, but R have all seats of government
November 10, 2025 at 9:44 PM
Book mail

Your Name Here by Helen DeWitt and Ilya Gridneff @Dalkey_Archive
November 10, 2025 at 9:24 PM
“To try to express one’s position in regard to the universe embraced by consciousness, is an immemorial urge. The arms of consciousness reach out…while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space, the poet feels everything that happens in one point of time.”

Nabokov
November 10, 2025 at 2:11 PM
800 pages into this behemoth
November 9, 2025 at 9:44 PM
Dreaming, for some artists, is the irresistible temptation. “What seems to me the highest and most difficult achievement of Art,” Flaubert wrote…”is not to make us laugh or cry, not to arouse our lust or rage, but to do what nature does—that is, to set us to dreaming”

Nabokov
November 9, 2025 at 4:31 PM
804 lit salon
November 9, 2025 at 2:18 AM
Tonight in DC
November 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
November 8, 2025 at 6:03 PM
November 8, 2025 at 1:49 PM
Hanging with the crew
November 7, 2025 at 9:35 PM
“What is the conversation of lovers? Compared with the ordinary talk it is as bread to stone. My heart gets dizzy…clutch wide at the railings, leaning out over the tiny city, its clockwork shadows so far below. One shriek goes flaring and flattening away down the valley. Gone.”
November 7, 2025 at 4:56 PM
November 7, 2025 at 2:06 PM
Painting kind of
November 6, 2025 at 10:07 PM
“They are passing, posthaste, posthaste, the gliding years—to use a soul rending Horatian inflection. The years are passing, my dear, and presently nobody will know what you and I know. Our child is growing: the roses of Paestum, misty Paestum, are gone.”

Vladamir Nabokov
November 6, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Fall in
November 6, 2025 at 1:51 PM
“One night I dreamed of such a world. I rowed upon the surface of the moon and there was no wind, there were no moments, for the moon is as empty as the inside of an eye and not even the sound of a shadow falling falls there.”

Anne Carson
November 5, 2025 at 4:46 PM
November 5, 2025 at 2:03 PM
Reposted by Andrew Bertaina
We hope to see you at Flyleaf Books on November 6 where Margaret Hutton, author of If You Leave, will be in conversation with Jill McCorkle. Please support this fabulous #indiebookstore & #shoplocal flyleafbooks.com/event/hutton...
November 4, 2025 at 9:06 PM
804 lit salon on Saturday night at 7p in DC, which will feature: Lauren Woods , Shelagh Powers Johnson, Lacey Dunham, JD Smith, Courtney Sexton and Philip Dean Walker.

You can register for the event below

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November 4, 2025 at 2:38 PM
ICYMI: I went on a podcast to talk about Before Sunrise, Linklater, and my latest book.

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Spotify – Web Player
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November 3, 2025 at 10:19 PM
From shadow into light
November 3, 2025 at 6:05 PM
I was on the together, alone podcast to talk about the magic and nostalgia of Before Sunrise and Ethan Hawke & Me.

Listen below

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The Melancholy Magic of the Before Sunrise Trilogy
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November 3, 2025 at 2:17 PM
If they mean anything these fleas, it’s because they say us, for us, while we’re busy under the edifying fires of galaxies, under mountain diminishing Big Bang pulses of time, pretending we’re pretty large stuff.

Albert Goldbarth on fleas in his essay, “Delft”
November 2, 2025 at 10:31 PM
Fall and the bits of light in that golden canopy above
November 2, 2025 at 4:25 PM