Tag Archives: Nomadland

speed reduced ahead

Posted on August 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

SOLASTALGIA II What I’m Reading: “Didn’t they know that the land was God itself, the sun and moon and rain, that it was all God?” —Ottessa Moshfegh / Lapvona

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end of maintained trail

Posted on August 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

SOLASTALGIA What I’m Reading: “Maybe democracy worked for restaurant reviews and movie ratings, but boy, was it creating problems in this case. What were all those dystopias she’d had to read about in high school, concerning the individual trampled by … Continue reading →

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when lost abroad

Posted on July 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Travel Advice for Young Chauvinists (redux) (First, you’ll find intercalated pustules of censer smoke ringed by ferrules of frankincense in your heart. They were placed there by us. Do not panic.) Travel. And when lost abroad … You’ll find mussels … Continue reading →

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scrofulous and desiccate

Posted on June 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

She Said She said to herself: Thanks for renting a space in this life. Despite the scrofulous and desiccate in life you stayed around to witness the swirling swallows above, and their reflected pantomime in the water below—a whirlwind of … Continue reading →

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nude boogie woogie

Posted on March 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

That Ability to Coexist (After Jessica Bruder’s Nomadland) “The last free place in America is a parking spot.” Sell-o-rama! Are you fascinated by the blurring Of class lines? You need not file yellowed papers In triplicate. You don’t need. We … Continue reading →

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