Tag Archives: Quotes

most general terms

Unknown Characteristics I am a 10-year veteran of disaster remediation.There is no reliable data for this operation.The operation has to be planned from scratch.Speak only in the most general terms.Reaveal nothing of value.This is so secret I can’t call my … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt.48

What I’m Reading: “Lord, I say, I am shaken;This mattress of dirt won’t bounce a bug.I used to sleep on ripples. Now I napWhere I drop in a pasture of odds and ends.” — Lewis Meyers / “Going to Chicago”

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the long loneliness

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… even a good man was more deadly than the worst of bears…” — Lauren Groff / The Vaster Wilds “Glück’s death marks a line break, but not a full stop, to a … Continue reading

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my own bed

Day Off Get thee behind me, New Hampshire—I’m back in my home state.You stand before me Massachusetts—I’m not a native son but happy adoptee.Bring the magic: flare—into your autumnal finery.I’ve earned a day off the bike—And a night (or two?) … Continue reading

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as one hugs

That was Quick New Hampshire flies by in a couple of hours as one hugs the short length of Atlantic coast in the “Live Free or Die State.” That was quick. Maine and 135 miles in the rear view—home state … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 47

What I’m Reading: “However, the most intense of all problems for the human race is that we are too many on this planet: nine billion or eight billion is too much. So we have to procreate responsibly.” — Werner Herzog … Continue reading

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the cyclist’s ride

saddle sore (haiku) the perineum—cries—ode to saddle sores: bane!of the cyclist’s ride What I’m Reading: “Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.” — Jose Saramago / The Double

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a bike ride

Ride Apropos of nothingI’ll tell you I was born in Jim Crow Miami +Grew up in the age of white flight— When the ubiquitous bumper stickerRead: Will the last American leavingMiami please bring the flag— I lived the punk ethos … Continue reading

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in my neighborhood pt. 46

What I’m Reading: “It is America’s greatest promise and its greatest lie: that the past can be erased.” — Beejay Silcox / The Guardian

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september into july

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “A sharp cough recoils to peel the corn:Save me the husk of myself?” — Lewis Meyers / “Going to Chicago” “We have, in effect, turned September into July. That’s not hyperbole, that’s just … Continue reading

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