The Last Pilot


Most writers have imagined the scene of their own death—in the hopes of stylizing the moment or savoring the thought of someone sifting through and publishing their old manuscripts. It seems that James Tate, even in death, outdid us all by leaving his earthly post in the most writerly way possible: with a delightful last poem stuck in his typewriter. Over at the Paris Review, Dan Piepenbring is slightly jealous on all our behalfs.

Theodora Messalas is a New York-based writer and editor who could easily be talked into going to grad school. More from this author →