Memorable Stuff I Read This Week

In life, I was rigid.
I had a treatment plan.

I had a prism. It bent the light.
I mistook it for vision.

— Lisa Wells / “13.”

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A good way to marginalize the most dangerous political movements is to prove the success of your own. If liberals do not want Americans to turn to the false promise of strongmen, they need to offer the fruits of effective government. Redistribution is important. But it is not enough.

— Ezra Klein & Derek Thompson / Abundance

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Cousin Death joins a table at the wedding,
the white cloth gleams, the waiting plates,
all are made welcome.
Mother War smooths the silk of her dress,
she feels young and will dance again, after years,
with her husband‚ Pity.

— Jane Hirshfield / “The Wedding”

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The years from 2015–2025 have been the hottest stretch on record, according to a report by the World Meteorological Organization. For the first time, the report includes a measure called Earth’s energy imbalance — the difference between incoming energy from the Sun and the amount radiated back into space — which is at its highest level since observations started in 1960. And in 2024, the latest year that global figures are available, atmospheric CO2 reached its highest concentration in two million years. “In this age of war, climate stress is also exposing another truth: our addiction to fossil fuels is destabilizing both the climate and global security,” said United Nations Secretary-General António Guterres in a statement.

— Flora Graham / “We’ve just had the 11 hottest years on record” / Nature Briefing

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. . . for when the doors are knocked in
hot metal to force my poem where my mouth is
as a kingdom in the 21st century buys one nation
to obliterate another
our commander pins the future to a magic orb
and gives ol’ reliable a spin
he is rewarded handsomely
while the children starve.
as practice i light prayer candles
the way one would a spit
we are royally fucked
unless we tenderize the rich.

— jess rizkallah / “bootstraps”

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All of this can be stopped. A better America is around the corner.

And protest is the first step to that better future. We know that non-violent protest works. It helps to stop authoritarian takeovers. And it opens the way for a better politics to come.

— Timothy Snyder / Bluesky post

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My first language was memory.
The skin of my face my manuscript.

— Lisa Wells / “13.”

What I’m Listening To:

We put up our tent on a dark green knoll
Outside of town by the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel and her Marvelous Pigs in Satin
We pounded our stakes in the ground, all powder brown
The branches spread like scary fingers reaching
We were in a pasture outside Kankakee

— Tom Waits, Kathleen Brennan & Ken Nordine / “Circus”

The Arkansas Fluke (redux)

I ate the wrong crawfish on my first float trip. It really wasn’t wrong, but eating it raw sure was. A specialized blood test found a lung fluke eating me from the inside out. I didn’t like this because women don’t generally like men with parasites in their lungs. I was scared that I’d have this fluke in my lungs for twenty years. Then a secondary infection led to the removal of fifty percent of my left lung. After six weeks I went home, I was feeling like myself. Now I drive a pick-up. I like that, it looks pretty.

What I’m Reading:

As I fell from the sky, I smelled fish.
The fish was in my mouth.
My eyes were fish eyes, bulging, bugged out.

I fell like this for years,
in the fishy air. I stopped panicking.
I could think as I fell.

— Edward Salem / “My Aerodynamics”

Have to do stupid stuff

I can’t handle the glitches . . .

Backup codes let me access my account if my phone is lost, stolen, or if I run it through the washing machine and the bag of rice trick doesn’t work.

I make friends and influence people.

I spend more time with my wife and cat. 

I have curated opinions.

I am a proud ghost.

I’m just reaching out to confirm that we’re all set for next week’s appointment.

I have printed or saved hate speech.

I am kind. 

I am a child of the universe. No less than the trees and the sky I have a right to be here.

I favor curiosity over certainty.

I favor curries over potages.

I will renew my passport at the first available moment.

I will flee this country at my convenience.

I won’t preach or convert.

Vote my way or hit the highway.

I am an autodidact that stresses dactyls.

I am an Anabaptist that stresses anapests.

I am a humanist.

I wear my britches up to my sternum.

I am too big for my bridges.

A quote by Bukowski is my favorite mantra.

I follow bouncy balls and shiny things.

I have to do stupid stuff.

In signing this, I acknowledge that, to the best of my knowledge, the information in this evaluation form is true and correct.

I acknowledge that If the office is closed, my vehicle will not be officially checked in until the next business day.

I look forward to seeing you; bye, bye now.

Um, in the meantime have a wonderful week.

Here is a demonstration of how easy it is to stop thinking . . . 

What I’m Reading:

Reality is made of the conscious and the unconscious. Both, at the same time. The unknown is to be respected. You don’t have to fear it—you’re a part of it. Whether you want to be or not.

— Daniel H. Wilson / Hole in the Sky

Counterclockwise (redux)

I’m slightly fuzzy
but coiled.

I’m using tape loops
to time my eggs.

I’m softly focused
on passing time.

the world ricochets
counterclockwise

You gaze up from
underwater—

time untethered.

What I’m Reading:

The sudden sound of vomit.
Revenge! A drunk resents
my door’s frowning gaze.
Rackets of warplanes, showing off,
twist celestial entrails.

— Marigloria Palma / “Daily Verses 1”

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week

If there is anything Spaniards and Mexicans have always agreed upon is that nobody is less qualified to govern than the government itself.

— Álvaro Enrigue / You Dreamed of Empires

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I steal faces
and keep them in the branches.

I assemble this body
from walnuts
that someone’s parents
leave on the path.

— Luciana Jazmín Coronado / “Childhood”

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Super-polluting plumes were also seen in the US, the largest detected in 2025 occurring in Texas and leaking 5.5 tonnes of methane per hour, equivalent to running about a million fuel-guzzling SUVs. Venezuela (five) and Iran (three) also had multiple mega-leaks from state-owned facilities.

— Damian Carrington / “Revealed: the world’s worst mega-leaks of methane driving global heating” / The Guardian

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Fish speak fear in an emotional fever;
they’d move to warmer water
to have their temperature raised because they burn
up in stress. Like me,
they can suffer—

— Belle Ling / “Contemplating the Cod”

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Young people are not driving. Gen Z is not driving. We should be building a city for the future not for the past.

— Sharon Durkan, Boston City Councilor / Boston City Council Meeting, March 18, 2026

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Stewed meat.
My mother’s prayers:
“Oh, Crucified God!”
Blood in the east,
Napalm and bombs.
Children massacred,
parents massacred;
blood oranges.
The sky cold as a dead man’s chest.

— Marigloria Palma / “Daily Verses 1”

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AI is basically sucking up all human knowledge and throwing it back at us, and charging a price.

— David Byrne / BBC interview

What I’m Listening To:

It has a crooked past, this crooked street.
Where cars patrol this crooked beat
Badges flash and sirens wail
They’ll be taking one and all to jail

— The Clash / “The Crooked Beat”

two variations on thwarting thwaites

there’s much to consider in tin
the thwarters
the thwarting of certain species banana seats
cause tolerance
issues with crafts engineering
and here I’m mean farts and crafts
not “vehicle” crafts.
Although witch crafts have a certain reliance
and tendency to attract
the individual’s tolerances on second hand — actually when thinking of the calving
of the Thwaites glacier
and how that will flood and fly …
so, in summation, there is …
there is … much to consider in tin

there’s much to consider in tissue thwarter

the speedball thwarting

banking secreto
celebrity tools jade
with the crazes of chimps in enterprise.
I’m speculating on lunar fatuousnesses
and the crazes that vent crazes.
Although wonder crazes reveal a certain remembered-captain and his terms
to attract cataracts
and the cloak of infallibilities.
Remember, captain, the sedative handkerchief when the thread of the craving snaps
and the Thwaites glimpses fodder goodbyes
so, in summation, there is …
there is … much to consider in tissue

What I’m Reading:

I didn’t want a map.
I wanted a machete to clear a path
in the jungle, to follow the unconscious.

— Anna Gual / “Profanity”

Strangely Attracted to a Lack of Sense

I’m feeling strangely attracted to the can of vicious motor oil in the corner. I could have said “viscous” but I’ve just come from the cornershop thrumming in a pink and light blue aura of sexiness, one that is ineffable in these turbulent times. Anarchic times for desolate people—times for rows and perturbations. Give me some kind of sign. It doesn’t have to be a walking on the waiter kinda’ sign or a multiplication of leaves and frog’s legs sign, but let it have that old-timey censer mysteriousness about it. It’s driving me crazy all the swinging censers that way, and what is that censorious smell? Is it frankincense? Why so critical? Why so blue? Gas prices gotcha’ down?

What I’m Reading:

You don’t tear the ocean like fabric or leave an imprint as you would in sand or snow. Plunging in, you condemn yourself to invisibility.

— Mariette Navarro / Ultramarine