or less insane

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“Something remarkable happens when you walk a long-distance path. I think you find an honesty that you don’t see in normal life. It unites those who walk in a sort of trail-induced euphoria that gives you a sense of openness, where normally we’re all so closed. I think that’s the place where trail magic comes from.”

— Raynor Winn / Landlines


“My belief in the fluidity 
of the self turns out to mean 
my me is a flow of wellwater,   

without the well, or the bucket, 
a hole dug and seeping.”

— Brenda Shaughnessy / “Liquid Flesh”


“… men pushing themselves as hard as they could push themselves, not exercising, but training, and perhaps not even training, but fighting, fighting the gravity the world exerts on all those who walk upon it, exerts seemingly equally, though in actuality not equally, not equally at all.”

— Moshin Hamid / The Last White Man


“I lived in the first century of world wars.
Most mornings I would be more or less insane,
The newspapers would arrive with their careless stories,
The news would pour out of various devices
Interrupted by attempts to sell products to the unseen.”

— Muriel Rukeyser / “Poem (I lived in the first century of world wars)”


“I believe we still have a window of time during which we can start healing the harm we have inflicted on the planet—but that window is closing. If we care about the future of our children and theirs, if we care about the health of the natural world, we must get together and take action. Now before it is too late.”

— Jane Goodall & Douglas Abrams / The Book of Hope


“List of things to banish 
Can include words, people, theoretical apparatuses 
Can take the form of a grocery list, a scientific experiment, or a manifesto 
Can read like a personal ad of unwanting 
Can summon aid to help with banishing 
Can be uncertain of what will remain”

— Mia Kang / “Abracadabra”


“Isn’t this the way humanity should approach everything we do on this precious planet? Keeping ourselves to a narrow corridor of use, treading on this one earth lightly and with care.”

— Raynor Winn / Landlines

What I’m Listening To:

“Bunga Bunga or
You’ll
Never work in
Television again”

— The Smile / “You’ll Never Work in Television Again”

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fool that expands

Dear Residents,

Due to recent kitchen sink backups, this is a gentle reminder of what cannot go down the garbage disposal:

  1. coffin grinds
  2. rickshaws
  3. paste
  4. egos
  5. ejaculates
  6. election ballots
  7. breakthroughs
  8. fluff
  9. suggestions
  10. any fool that expands in water

Thank you for your cooperation and please contact the Management Office with ointment for any quintuplets.

What I’m Reading:

“This is not planet Earth as we found it. This is a new place — a fire planet we have made, with an atmosphere more conducive to combustion than at any time in the past 3 million years.”

— John Vaillant / Fire Weather: A True Story from a Hotter World

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keep the spoils

by doing so (tanka)

bonus awarded—
you get the prize, keep the spoils,
i lose—get nothing
in this manner life unspools—
ouroboros unbroken

What I’m Reading:

“Right-wingers quote Orwell out of context to smear their enemies as fascists, and in the next breath laud Russian President Vladimir Putin. There has always been a fair bit of doublethink involved.”

— Sandra Newman / “Now right-wing, anti-‘woke’ doublethink has come for George Orwell” / The Washington Post

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flood the shoreline

The Tug of Ghosts (redux)

It seemed to her she was always leaving, or someone was leaving her. Her father disappeared one day when she was ten. Her mother disappeared into a fog of alcohol and mental illness the next year—and now it was her turn to leave her hometown for the last time.

She vowed to never return to the southern city or the moribund southern state. She’d had enough of the oppressive memories, ghosts tugging at her, and retrograde autocrats. She was off.

In the rear view she spotted the rag and bone man kicking the St. Jude statue again, a fitting sight in the high-key sunrise that limned the horizon line in golden-red and turquoise. The bay, a vacant dying sea, would soon flood the shoreline.

“This will all be underwater soon,” the man screamed at her exhaust.

“Good riddance,” she said.

She turned the volume up on the stereo and drove north.

Bye-bye,” she hissed.

What I’m Reading:

“Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution.”

— George Orwell / 1984

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specializing in pedantics

Slightly Personal Personal

Hello All!

I named my nasturtium Christina—thee new respirator bullfrog! I am excited to introduce her. She graduated from Honeymoon Croupier Institute in 2019. And is currently pursuing a Nutcracker Prat, J.D. in Pedantics at U of IHOP. Previously, I tinkered on 3 and 5-yoghurt-olds in NYC. On probation, I worked as a melee instigator at an oilskin asylum in Ocoee, FL.

I have a bronze rascal exponent with chipmunks of all sizes and aides, from newborns to geezers. As a oar-stylist specializing in pedantics, I bring a chipmunk beauty and heart felt diagonalism to all my lines. With witticisms breeding reproach, I am also available for a cheap meet-up. Feel free to reach out to me for a cheddar avocado homicide if need be.

Yours,

Jocosa Jacobite

What I’m Reading:

“She examines the small black letters, conspicuous on the coarse grey paper, the diacritics that resemble insects both curled up and stretching their backs.

A place in shadow, obscured and difficult to tread.”

— Han Kang / Greek Lessons: A Novel

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the breaking point

strained (haiku)

gusts bend a palm tree—
warp it to the breaking point—
strained, the palm abides

What I’m Reading:

“Did I tell you? I come from a people of sculptors
whose masterpiece was rubble.”

— Ocean Vuong / “Almost Human” / Time Is A Mother

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replaced my otherness

hanoi bell (blackout poem)

when i was 8 they came from hanoi,
in the sweltering heat, women delivering babies into the night.
my mom smiled and said, “the narrow hanoi streets can’t
pronounce ‘hello’ and neon lights laugh at the tiny girl

alone

in front of a small concrete building with the warmth
of a cold night.”

children pointed at me
at the clinic i heard one ask, “why?
disappear.”

i hid my face
replaced my “otherness” with the night.

girls taunted me for relinquishing language
but i hadn’t been able to bond
and i left my mother
in this room.

What I’m Reading:

“In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.”

—George Orwell / 1984

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his eyes raindrops

image: p. remer

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“I used to cry in a genre no one read.”

— Ocean Vuong / “Nothing” / Time Is A Mother


“I met my wife the old-fashioned way: on a dating app. When our now-toddler is older we’ll tell her this story and she’ll look at us like we’re embarrassing dinosaurs and say ‘mums, what’s a dating app?’”

— Arwa Mahdawi / “The Week in Patriarchy” / The Guardian


“He asks her to climb a ladder so that he may see her legs, whether a pig can walk through them.”

— Shelley Wong / “A Marriage at Ancestral Hall in Sun Village”


“‘The Company,’ as it came to be known, was the continent’s first industrial-scale resource extractor, and it pioneered an approach to business, markets, employees, and the natural world that together could be called ‘wildfire economics.’ Using furs as fuel, the European market as fire, and credit as oxygen, the Hudson’s Bay Company burned its way across the North American continent, altering it forever while generating extraordinary wealth for a handful of men an ocean away.”

— John Vaillant / Fire Weather: A True Story from a Hotter World


“Silently
time passes.
The only life I have
submits to its power.”

— Hatsui Shizue / “[Silently]”


“Yet America as a subliminal presence remained everywhere, if not more strongly than before. An ideology defined only by what it opposes is doomed to be defined by that exact thing. Even if there were no more KFCs, the CFCs looked pretty much the same. And so America could be felt in the layouts and fluorescent lights of the supermarkets; the familiar, loud graphic designs of billboards, advertisements, product packaging; the gleaming surfaces of malls; housing developments modeled after the suburbs of Orange County; a White House-like building that, upon closer inspection, turned out to be a prison.”

— Ling Ma / “Tomorrow” / Bliss Montage


“We were sitting
at the kitchen table before his shift
at the sock factory. His eyes: raindrops
in a nightmare.”

— Ocean Vuong / “American Legend” / Time Is A Mother

What I’m Listening To:

“I don’t look like you
When the sunlight hits me
I’m golden, you’ll see”

— Lucinda Chua / “Golden”

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rather sick of

Dredging Up (found email)

I’m not saying you did anything “wrong” but the comment about academic fangs upset me. I’m not sure how that could not be pejorative. However if that’s how I’m coming across I’d rather know so I can tone it down. Though that means cutting a lot of who I authentically am off and shoving it in a suitcase. Which I am rather sick of. I had fun responding to his work, and C’s, and now I will feel less free with my responses because I do not want to hurt anyone’s feelings.

Except yours: F*** OFF!

What I’m Listening To:

“I was an open wound
Looking for a good time
A time that nobody could show me”

— Squirrel Flower / “Open Wound”

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oppositional defiant disorder

Things I Heard Yesterday

It dries up my mouth, it sucks all the moisture out of it.

Do you remember last year’s medication shortage?

Like a fisherman’s black boot …

Celebrate the bullet. If you’re not ska, you’re dead.

It’s a different version of the same cavil.

Did you see Hopper in Apocalypse Now?

What do you have? Oppositional defiant disorder?

Well, bless him, he’s looking out for us.

Due to disagreements a group of men sway public opinion and gain office operating with intimate friends.

Deliquescent means what?

Did you know osmium is the heaviest element?

I don’t know if they did claim it in their tax returns or not.

Woop, woop, wooooeeeeaahh!

Anyone who deals with abused and traumatized kids … sexual abuse speeds up their biological clock and secretes sex hormones.

Juan recommends the latest influencers.

Is that empty?

No study had ever followed mollusks in these conditions.

A bodily fluid spill kit?

We laughed as we watched the dog try in vain.

The rampaging sans-culottes wrecked churches.

Thank you for your order.

Lacking friends in elementary school makes a crucial difference.

Fevers, fevers and pustules!

It’s a complex and rocky time when friends can suddenly turn on one another.

Standby power is wasted electricity.

Allow the actuator to air dry completely.

There’s neither intelligence or support from family and peers.

Good morning, South Florida, I’m …

What I’m Reading:

“I promise you, I was here. I felt things that made death so large it was indistinguishable from air—and I went on destroying inside it like wind in a storm.”

— Ocean Vuong / “Not Even” / Time Is A Mother

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