Tag Archives: Quotes

does not work

Uh… This system does not work. Desist. What I’m Reading: “Soon enough me and the United States of America will be dust.” — Meg Ramey / Begin By Telling

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swagger of hope

i dreamt i dreamt myself into beingat the aperture of solitary sanguinityit was somewhere near the sunfor i felt the furnace heat the cold tried to muscle throughbut it was kept at bayin darkness i dreamt myself into a foray … Continue reading

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trouble falling asleep

The Vow (redux) He read that men who have trouble falling asleep have a twenty five percent chance of dying earlier. He vowed to never sleep again. What I’m Reading: “We must look death in the face, recognize and accept … Continue reading

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your morning ablutions

Bade an Aubade to Bad (redux) You must remember an aubade is a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning.You must remember your rituals—your morning ablutions.You must remember the wine colored stains on the walls … Continue reading

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he had rounds

Work (redux) Darkness begat a child—His name was Death.He had rounds to make,Appointments to keep,And so he went to work. What I’m Reading: “There’s something indecorous about measuring a corpse for their coffin, like measuring the inseam of a man’s … Continue reading

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gimcrack tchotchke addict

Signs & Legends There is no legacy in semiotics, she thought—nothing to tether to—not land, historical connection, cultural heritage—it was a deep deracination. She found no reason for planting any of her own signs, for setting her own roots, for … Continue reading

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in this neighborhood pt.1

What I’m Reading: “And not one will know of the war, not oneWill care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawnWould scarcely … Continue reading

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the hairline crack

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “One of the rules of writing that stands throughout time: do not be complacent. Take risks. And most important, listen.” —Joy Harjo / Catching the Light “Are you quiet enough to hear horned … Continue reading

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on the water

Strangely Attracted to a Lack of Sense I’m feeling strangely attracted to the can of vicious motor oil in the corner. I could have said “viscous” but I’ve just come from the cornershop thrumming in a pink and light blue … Continue reading

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u r gr8

(my opuscule) 4 u i—c—y—u—r—gr8! What I’m Reading: “It troubles the mindas a held-out piece of meat disturbs a dog.” — Jane Hirshfield / “A Cottony Fate”

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