Tag Archives: Paranoiac-Critical

And So, Here It Goes Dispatches may be spotty over the next month — not because I’m not writing, photographing, & filming, but because cell coverage is still spotty in parts of our country. I’ll be finishing the Atlantic Coast … Continue reading →

Ocean Sounds (redux) She spoke to her AI speaker, “Play ocean sounds.” The speaker responded and complied. She dreamt of a thin pixellated mist outside her window as the opening shot to her next film. She placed her hand on … Continue reading →

. . . inbox detritus . . .  Small drop leaf table and 4 vinyl/wood chairs, used indoors and outdoors. From home with a cat. TH 5 . . .  “I think it’s important not to shy away from showing … Continue reading →

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Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Within the U.S. today, people are again moving because of disasters, and because of the slow-grind attrition of heat, flooding, and rising insurance rates. Earlier this year, the nonprofit Internal Displacement Monitoring Centre found … Continue reading →

i’m not hungry something changed within the wound . . . next, i was in a hall of whirling cylinders . . . from ooze to steady flow . . . a damned infection set in . . . the … Continue reading →

Primitive Trails From This Point (redux) Panda cycling and recycling, panda-demics, and panda demotics. Find yourself in the world of widespread fraud and plate tectonics in response to politic-tonics — those gestures and flourishes that are not of this society, … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: Alas, very soon everything will disappear:the birdcalls, the delicate blossoms. In the end,even the earth itself will follow the artist’s name into oblivion. — Louise Glück / “Primavera”

What I’m Reading: This interior thing, miniscule.From the blackness of the blind viscera,hot and yellow, the miniscule speck,the luminous grain.Yellow spreads and smooths, a downpourof the pure light of its name,tropicordial. — Adélia Prado / “Priase for a Color”