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“I gravitate toward fiction that some might call strange. I like stories that are free from the logic that governs our reality.”
— Rebekah Bergman / “When Cause Doesn’t Follow Effect: How to Structure the Strange” / lithub.com







What I’m Reading:
“I gravitate toward fiction that some might call strange. I like stories that are free from the logic that governs our reality.”
— Rebekah Bergman / “When Cause Doesn’t Follow Effect: How to Structure the Strange” / lithub.com

“We have a narrow window for change … and the projections from our research suggest that the window is closing fast.”
— Climate Scientists at the SCAR Biology Symposium / “Antarctica’s heatwaves are a warning to humanity—and we have only a narrow window to save the planet” / The Guardian
“Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn’t enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.”
— Raymond Carver / “Happiness”
“Waste body / garbaged / while I was anaesthetically asleep / naked under medical fluorescence / — intubated dead bits cut off / — dead bits deemed / “biohazard”: / waste / feet / ankles / fingers / Uterus / biohazardbodyparts / all go into their fucking garbage can”
— Therese Estacion / Phantompains
“I can’t explain it. She broke something loose in me and swept away the splinters. I didn’t blush or bat my eyes or do anything as I spoke. I was saying things I’d never said before, and yet I felt nothing. That was Elizabeth’s power. That was her magic. I felt absolutely nothing around her.”
— Ottessa Moshfegh / “When Stars Collide”
“She just turned fifty. I tell her wait ten years—you
won’t know more, but you will get closer to forgiving,
because it is all happening on a wheel that spins
so fast.”
— Sheila Black / “The Earth”
“We’re in a mess, but together we have some chance of working our way out of it.”
— Bill McKibben / “Where Should I Live?” / Substack newsletter
“This is a critical moment, impacting our well-being, future generations and ecosystems globally. Confronted by this evidence, we urgently call on nations to intensify and exceed their current commitments to greenhouse gas emissions reductions. An immediate increase in ambition is required to reach net zero and to go beyond it. Pledges are not enough.”
— Climate Scientists at the SCAR Biology Symposium / “Antarctica’s heatwaves are a warning to humanity – and we have only a narrow window to save the planet” / The Guardian

What I’m Listening To:
“Zun’s a feeble lamp
O’er leery land
Stares a’chat in code
Lark a meagre note”
—PJ Harvey / “I Inside the Old Year Dying”

Check me out—
Check me in…
In the montage I ascend from the dashboard—
depart on the window dressed of spaniels—
and like the nude descending the staircase
I’m aggrieved.
For I know not where the primordial matter in the skin sack I’m in intends to go.
My watchword is wrecker—I’m a kickback president of threats.
There is a poet in my pocket that only manages: humbug! amidst the glossolalia.
I have an earwig in a sachet that transmits
opioid messages of dis-illusion.
I am not my vertigo—I intone in my inclination.
I’m the slacker that darkens as I upend—the king of stalemate bequests!
There are eddies in the rivulets that course thru my coagulated blood.
I am a godson among the startled—and humming a turd-tune I know . . .
Violin-leaves tar at the wings—
Dew-drug sinners eat garnet stopgaps—
There be rodent chocolates in the chinaberry cabinet—and three clear tools of destruction.
(I intend to use)
Come.
Appease.

What I’m Reading:
“I hate it when they say, ‘If anyone here has reason to object to this marriage.’ I always want to stand up and yell, ‘This will be the end of you both! When stars collide, they make a black hole!’”
— Ottessa Moshfegh / “When Stars Collide”

eye can see with new vision
eye can see the division lines
in the atmosphere
the elemental lines that divide
this particle from that
the swirls in space
those lines which order
the world + universe
our perspective—mine
anyway
eye see the invisible bullseye
the lineations in the hawk’s current
the particulate pixels streaming
from it’s red tail
the rust to brown eddies
in the convection
the wake diluting
to hiss
eye see the sharp arrow
of declination as it strikes
the mourning
dove

What I’m Reading:
“The time for critical action is right now. What we do today will determine our future for centuries.”
— Climate Scientists at the SCAR Biology Symposium / “Antarctica’s heatwaves are a warning to humanity — and we have only a narrow window to save the planet” / The Guardian

Head bound with electric tape—
Mario / hostage /
Asphyxiates in the dark.
A business deal gone sour?
To this day, no one knows why.

What I’m Reading:
“I don’t believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you see? The clamor and din of those in torment has to be the sound most pleasing to his ear … And justice? Brotherhood? Eternal life? Good god, man. Show me a religion that prepares one for death. For nothingness. There’s a church I might enter.”
— Cormac McCarthy / The Sunset Limited





What I’m Reading:
“The darker picture is always the correct one. When you read the history of the world you are reading a saga of bloodshed and greed and folly the import of which is impossible to ignore. And yet we imagine that the future will somehow be different. I’ve no idea why we are even still here but in all probability we will not be here much longer.”
— Cormac McCarthy / The Sunset Limited

I am the day’s encryption /
I am nylon whir on fetid skronk /
I am must + disequilibrium /
I am growth opportunity /
I am terror in the grass /
I am green bastion in silence /
I am the shock of slice before
sanguinary /
I am bloodlust /
I am carnivore.
I am chaos +
confusion.
I am /
eye.

What I’m Reading:
“In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure, death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing, the world lies waiting.”
— Cormac McCarthy / All the Pretty Horses

“The sourball of every revolution: after the revolution, who’s going to pick up the garbage on Monday morning?”
— Mierle Laderman Ukeles / Manifesto for Maintenance Art
“Everything I need to know grows wings / and lands on my skin. / A thousand tiny plovers / cover the skies, and shine / like moonlight on us both…”
— Farnaz Fatemi / “Heretic”
“Out of sight, I’m merely an annoyance,
one slim, obstinate wrinkle in night’s
deepening trance.”
— Rita Dove / “Postlude”
“We lie on the beach. Gray waves advance, retreat. The blue wind, salt scrub, scours my skin. Sharks troll for toddlers. Patrol planes hum below the cloudy scrim.”
— Pia Täavila-Borsheim / “My Friend, Her Grandson”
“I don’t know the names of the women in my family / past my great grandmother. How will I call upon them / when it’s time? Will I call them Mary or Venus / or Yemaya?”
— Diannely Antigua / “We Never Stop Talking About Our Mothers”
“I promise touch. I promise my voice. I promise a willingness to dream.
I promise your face hewn into lost history
— Tala Khanmalek / “Louise”
“Solitary bloom / of wild rocambole / day of departure nears.”
— Yuko Fujikawa / “Solitary bloom”

What I’m Listening To:
“El mundo de las luciérnagas
ha invadido mis recuerdos
Y un corazón diminuto
va brotándome en los dedos”
(“The world of fireflies
Has invaded my memories
And a tiny heart
Is sprouting in my fingers”)
— Tarta Relena & Manuel Oltra / “Las Alamedas”

There’s a spider in there. It looks like it died…
I don’t even know what that means anymore…
Some guy in Japan spent a fuck ton of money to build a dog castle…
It’s not the same anymore, it used to be a marathon concert…
Yeah, he’s playing with everyone now…
Providence is cool…
I need to detune my accordion. The intention is not to sound like any accordion you’ve heard before…
I’ve been here many times for the Solid State Festival, and I chose to go to that instead last year…
It reminds me of Sepulveda…
I know my blues but I don’t know who that is…
I couldn’t hear anything!
Ice cream after this…

What I’m Reading:
“To truly love we must learn to mix various ingredients care, affection, recognition, respect, commitment, and trust, as well as honest and open communication.”
— bell hooks / All About Love: New Visions

I warn you, my cat likes to sleep on people…
P.M.S.—stands for “putting up with male shit…”
The skill set that I have is so unique…
I look like crap…
Are you an artist? I make jewelry…
There’s more than one way to deconstruct an ecclesiastical hymn…
The word “technicolour yawn” is slang for vomit rainbows…
Holy mackerel! I would never want to miss this!
Oh look it’s Ensemble A… and B. Combined!
What are you listening to?

What I’m Reading:
“I was picking through the ruins for my roots but you weren’t there.
Must I make an agreement with the living?”
— Tala Khanmalek / “Louise”