an absurd life

What I Saw (Haiku Quatrain)

The scab I pick raw
Is a tear in the fabric
Of an absurd life

Sister Ray dances
Naked after vespers dark
Blind rat sniffs the air

Fog rolls in hissing
Starless sky is swallowed whole
Its embrace chills me

A burning godhead
Glows and hovers in the dark
Night drenched in nightmares

What I’m Reading, or: What I Just Finished Reading (a continuing series)

The Year of Magical Thinking / Joan Didion (2005)

After months of waitlisting—having read the play based on this book in the interim—and seen the Griffin Dunne’s (her nephew) documentary (Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold) much of the surprise was gone, but the power and depth of grief, and the scope of sensitivity and intelligence remain. A powerful and memorable memoir.

Audiobook, 03/07/21.

“Because we will still walk while brown in a Walmart (or Target, Sam’s, or Ross)
   and walk tall.
Because why not? Because heart. Because God. Because Mighty Mexican Super Ratón. Because human.”

— Alessandra Narváez Varela / “23 Reasons Why Mexicanos Can Still Be Found in a Walmart”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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