February 2012
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“The general stultification today is the direct result of cutting out utopia....”
– Theodor Adorno
January 2012
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why regret? - galway kinnell
Didn't you like the way the ants help
the peony globes open by eating the glue off?
Weren't you cheered to see the ironworkers
sitting on an I-beam dangling from a cable,
in a row, like starlings, eating lunch, maybe
baloney on white with fluorescent mustard?
Wasn't it a revelation to waggle
from the estuary all the way up the river,
the kill, the pirle, the run, the rent, the beck,
the sike...
December 2011
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WIKIPOETICALS
i’m really interested in information and how we get/trust the information we get/trust. also, i love wikipedia. not because it’s real or right, but because it is, in its myriad falsity and authenticity, always true. i love it not because it is reliable, but because it changes; because it helps us understand and draw connections while severing any real ones. i hate it for all the same...
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“from THE PALACE OF JUSTICE - by ariana reines
when my boyfriend called the...”
– Ariana Reines.
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“The next real literary “rebels” in this country might well emerge as some weird...”
– David Foster Wallace: “E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction.
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“Magic then, in its perhaps most primordial sense, is the experience of existing...”
– David Abram.
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Meditation at Lagunitas
All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old thinking. The idea, for example, that each particular erases the luminous clarity of a general idea. That the clown- faced woodpecker probing the dead sculpted trunk of that black birch is, by his presence, some tragic falling off from a first world of undivided light. Or the other notion that, because there is in this...
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“In today’s world the notion of the ‘entirely original’ is not just an impossible...”
– Jitish Kalat.
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ESSAYS: experiments in spaces, native and...
RE: JONATHAN FRANZEN, I LOVE YOU TOO
You may or may not have read the recent Jonathan Franzen article in the New York Times, Liking Is for Cowards. Go With What Hurts. If you haven’t, you should read it here. It’s wonderful, as is to be expected, and after reading it I spent the rest of the day throwing sideways glances at my iphone while mooning after every bird that passed. He has, as a...
July 2011
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May 2011
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April 2011
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Josephine. 2011
A juice aisle flooded with ideas of choices—
take me to the watering hole. No, I do not feel burdened by geography or history No, that is not an alright peace.
I am not okay with what I do not know.
Women from other times and time zones, lend me gratefulness
or will to heretic or at least, a...
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Denver. 2011
for brad
Denver spreads out below my window like a cemetery.
All cities look like cemeteries from far enough away-
reaching to heaven
from lands that know death well now.
This is not an impossible kind of sweetness you are asking for, across a wire-
that is to say, Can we rise above ourselves?
I hope so.
I want love to be some measuring tool we use to find...
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Benefit. 2009
I cannot say what was or was not of things I saw then, what fish were real, or where it mattered. I cannot make sense of pronouns, of he, or if it’s the same he mentioned somewhere else, or, again, in a moment. These things are all secondary to this: flight is a built-in logic. Everything we say grows a body and chooses a side. To him I would say, were he an animal, lay your head...
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Hole. 2008
Where we slept: only a bed now, sheets strewn with the thready bodies of vanilla and a hole in the floor that ends far out west- a wide mouth at the center of the Pacific, taking on water all the time.
At night I curl my body to the hole’s wide arc, and speak into its darkness any word I remember honey, inconsistency, turbine
and I wait for sound to make its way back, as...
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Guadalupe. 2009
I.
Soft g he tells me. Guadalupe. But he doesn’t know I’ve spent every real part of me already knowing this. And other things to say in bars or in the hallways of abuelas open to the honorary birdcall: sing. Sing and drink pool water.
We’re as far south as you can go without leaving. All the words I know are ways to ask for eggs and ask for dancing. A sliver of a language picture in the tongue...
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