wandering little drift

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“Then at some point there was something called the internet of things, a phrase I never really understood, but anyway I am now all about the internet of the senses, which can’t be monetized or hacked, limited bandwidth maybe but the privacy controls are outstanding.”

— Jonathan Dee / Sugar Street


“We will all be forgotten. This does not frighten me. What I do fear day to day is who am I forgetting.”

— Terry Tempest Williams / Erosion


“In the big factory of perfecting human souls, the Earth was a kind of tumbler. The same as the kind people use to polish rocks. All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. All of us, we’re meant to be worn smooth by conflict and pain of every kind. To be polished. There was nothing bad about this. This wasn’t suffering, it was erosion.”

— Chuck Palahniuk / Haunted


“to live / now is to speak / the
language of the tree / toppled
along the expressway / at night”

— Urayoán Noel / “cinquains written during a tropical storm”


“I do not think I really have anything to say about poetry other than remarking that it is a wandering little drift of unidentified sound, and trying to say more reminds me of following the sound of a thrush into the woods on a summer’s eve—if you persist in following the thrush it will only recede deeper and deeper into the woods; you will never actually see the thrush (the hermit thrush is especially shy), but I suppose listening is a kind of knowledge, or as close as one can come. ‘Fret not after knowledge, I have none,’ is what the thrush says. Perhaps we can use our knowledge to preserve a bit of space where his lack of knowledge can survive.”

— Mary Ruefle / Madness, Rack, and Honey


“We were in love
or in some other thing love served
as cover for. It required constant testing,
trying to humiliate while seeming
innocent, uninvested.”

— Margaret Ross / “Macho”


“Afterward, in my underwear, I would sleep in the position that put me farthest from everywhere I came from.”

— Garielle Lutz / “Rims”

What I’m Listening To:

“Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9
… financial imbalance
Thrusting it between his shoulder blades
The Watusi, the Twist
El Dorado
Take this, brother
May it serve you well
..maybe even then…
If you become naked…”

— The Beatles / “Revolution 9”

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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