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Since the beginning of his poetic career, Lerner has experimented with form and structure. His first collection, “The Lichtenberg Figures,” is entirely composed of sonnets, while his second, “Angle of Yaw,” which was announced finalist for the 2006 National Book Award, is made up of prose poems. Having explored these two extremes, Lerner is now searching for something in between—a form that includes the structure of sonnet and the freedom of prose...
...suddenly, they left. In December, the Indians arrived. Through Burmese intermediaries, they took the village's paddies as their own, depriving locals of their main source of income. Compensation was promised, villagers tell me, but none has been paid so far. So the impoverished residents of Mee Laung Yaw village, who lack electricity and eat eggplant curry as a poor substitute for meat, spend their days gazing at their expropriated fields, now fenced in and dominated by an oil-exploration tower that dwarfs their bamboo shacks. Several villagers took lowly construction jobs on the site but they were never paid...
...Earth in a stunning view very few people have ever seen firsthand. Air sickness bags are conspicuously absent. Unlike an astronaut-training simulator or other virtual reality systems which allow multiple degrees of stomach-turning motion - forward and backward, up and down, side to side, pitch, roll and yaw - this simulator only allows for pitch. But in clever combination with a powerful Buttkicker audio system, which lets riders feel sound, strong vibrations, timed seat compressions and video cues, the rider is tricked into feeling acceleration, G-forces and weightlessness...
...SpaceNavigator isn't a joystick, nor is it a trackball. It is a wheel, anchored to a rewardingly heavy base, that you twist, tilt, nudge, press and pull to move up, down, forward and back, and also pitch and yaw. (Sorry, aviators: no roll...
...turbulent storms that surrounds a hurricane's eye--grows thicker and more menacing. "The red fingers of death," pilot Mike Silah jokes grimly, and as if on cue, the plane--a Lockheed WP-3D Orion operated by the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA)--starts to pitch, roll and yaw, a small boat at the mercy of giant, invisible waves. I tighten the straps of my shoulder harness as the plane shakes violently. My seat drops out from under me, and for a moment, I experience the sickening feeling of free fall...