Tag Archives: Nonfiction

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 114

What I’m Reading: I sharpened knivesAll night.To welcome youIn the brilliance of their blades . . . — Ladmila Lazić / “Love”

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unmoored from signifieds

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week We were nostalgic for foolishness, because it meant wisdom might matter. We were nostalgic for fakery, because it meant realness might matter. We were nostalgic for trompe l’oeil, for fool’s gold, for crocodile tears, … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 113

What I’m Reading: Our bodies carry everything that has ever happened to us, the way the land carries everything of humanity. — Lidia Yuknavitch / “Unearthed”

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 112

What I’m Reading: I need solitude. I have come forth to this hill … to see the forms of the mountains on the horizon — to behold and commune with something grander than man.  — Henry David Thoreau / Journal, … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 111

What I’m Reading: Forests burn into their clearings. A sense of dread.It has something to do with the flags of the age.There are huge weapons, poison gases, insecticidesto injure us.Who’s holding them? — Daniela Gioseffi / “Falling Into Sand”

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 110

What I’m Reading: We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield, and patriot grave, to … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 109

What I’m Reading: fist of this tyrant kingdom: my cityof industry, my city of atom bomb,my city of warheads, of plutonium keptclandestine, of slow killingsaccomplished to more efficientlykill, of truths & metalsforced underground — Marissa Davis / “Thirteen Ways of … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 108

What I’m Reading: My mother smiles at walnutsas though time in the heart never started. — Brian Matur / “As Though”

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 107

What I’m Reading: in his foothill town we can’tdrink water from the tapwithout sickening, we shower quickbefore blighted with inexplicable rash it has been this way so longwe don’t ask questions — Marissa Davis / “Thirteen Ways of Looking at … Continue reading

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breakdown in reciprocity

we the masters of the heated thermals — risinglifting in the swellheaded south like geese unspooledunlooosed upon a slough of icebergs how tall is a dark sky city? searchlights illuminate the falling snowno auroras just cracks in the icecracks in … Continue reading

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