Jan Clausen
Biographic Data
| ID | 3742730 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Jan Clausen |
| GIVEN NAMES | Jan |
| FAMILY NAME | Clausen |
| SIGNATURE | CLAUSEN J |
| AFFILIATIONS | New School |
| VERIFIED | No |
| TOTAL WORKS | 8 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 9 |
| AUTHOR COUNT | 8 |
| EDITOR COUNT | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 1978 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2010 |
| H-INDEX | 1 |
The Gnat, the Hammer, and the Cruise Ship
The Gnat, the Hammer, and the Cruise Ship Jan Clausen (bio) 1 A top-of-the-line sledgehammer, swung by a ballsy giant, lands with overwhelming corrective force upon a wayward gnat. Generic gnat, illustrious hammer, best in show. Hammer o'erwhelms said gnat—then what? Everybody shrugs? Maybe some people titter, some people squirm, some people shop, some people cry foul, some people jam the phone lines calling home from Edmonton or Boston to see is…
The Terrible Meal
And all these things took place in the City of Roses, hard by the Willamette River, in the not-quite-final throes of the Age of Acceleration. Ourtina strove for six days and nights, until the guttural moans of a birth agony issued from hir chamber. And when s/he had accepted the Final Sacrifice, s/he summoned the Cannibals. S/he prostrated before them, saying, my daughters. Ourtina, they answered, making reverence with wrists crossed on breastbon…
The End of History
My interesting condition
(1990). My interesting condition. The Journal of Sex Research: Vol. 27, Feminist Perspectives on Sexuality, pp. 445-459
Poem of My Naming, Poem of My Facelessness
As I walked up from the train on Friday night (shabbos for some, not for me) the Brooklyn storefronts, housefronts, nineteenth century stoops and shutters, seen at a certain angle (regular stamp of brick beneath a still, cold sky that, darkening, exhaled its breath of light, relieved, released from duty) recalled to me a picture from a book, some half-starved, stoic, winter-buckled town locked down in the drifted silence of the plains in the stol…
"From "Today Is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life
I am myself. Impossible to tell by the quality of light whether it's cloudy out. Even after years. That's a railroad flat for you. But there is this enormous, unshakable satisfaction rooted far back in her skull, as though she has ascended, direct but unhurried, from the deepest levels of sleep. She's been dreaming, then. There, where she was, was sweetest sex, or music. ... Trying, she almost gets it. Smiles because it's funny. What's-his-name i…
The Poet's Mother Visits Her in New York
Stories
My interesting condition
(1990). My interesting condition. The Journal of Sex Research: Vol. 27, Feminist Perspectives on Sexuality, pp. 445-459
The Poet's Mother Visits Her in New York
Stories
"From "Today Is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life
I am myself. Impossible to tell by the quality of light whether it's cloudy out. Even after years. That's a railroad flat for you. But there is this enormous, unshakable satisfaction rooted far back in her skull, as though she has ascended, direct but unhurried, from the deepest levels of sleep. She's been dreaming, then. There, where she was, was sweetest sex, or music. ... Trying, she almost gets it. Smiles because it's funny. What's-his-name i…
Poem of My Naming, Poem of My Facelessness
As I walked up from the train on Friday night (shabbos for some, not for me) the Brooklyn storefronts, housefronts, nineteenth century stoops and shutters, seen at a certain angle (regular stamp of brick beneath a still, cold sky that, darkening, exhaled its breath of light, relieved, released from duty) recalled to me a picture from a book, some half-starved, stoic, winter-buckled town locked down in the drifted silence of the plains in the stol…
My interesting condition
(1990). My interesting condition. The Journal of Sex Research: Vol. 27, Feminist Perspectives on Sexuality, pp. 445-459
The End of History
The Gnat, the Hammer, and the Cruise Ship
The Gnat, the Hammer, and the Cruise Ship Jan Clausen (bio) 1 A top-of-the-line sledgehammer, swung by a ballsy giant, lands with overwhelming corrective force upon a wayward gnat. Generic gnat, illustrious hammer, best in show. Hammer o'erwhelms said gnat—then what? Everybody shrugs? Maybe some people titter, some people squirm, some people shop, some people cry foul, some people jam the phone lines calling home from Edmonton or Boston to see is…
The Terrible Meal
And all these things took place in the City of Roses, hard by the Willamette River, in the not-quite-final throes of the Age of Acceleration. Ourtina strove for six days and nights, until the guttural moans of a birth agony issued from hir chamber. And when s/he had accepted the Final Sacrifice, s/he summoned the Cannibals. S/he prostrated before them, saying, my daughters. Ourtina, they answered, making reverence with wrists crossed on breastbon…
Art (3 works) · History (3 works) · History (2 works) · Medicine (2 works) · Aeronautics (1 work) · American and British Literature Analysis (1 work) · Chemistry (1 work) · Computer Science (1 work) · Cruise (1 work) · Culinary Culture and Tourism (1 work)