April 2010
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“When Norris discovered the scope of Mailer’s infidelities, she was struck by how...”
– ~ From ‘Norris Church Mailer: The Last Wife’ by Alex Witchel, in The New York Times Online (http://tinyurl.com/norrischurch)
Apr 28th
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Apr 25th
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Poem #394
To Absent Loves Today I thought of a poem about rain but it was snatched away by a balloon a runaway clown, bobbing in the air as it drifted beyond the horizon. I am hoping (lit candle and prayers to the saint of lost words, lost maps) that the poem will find its way to a soul wandering downtown wondering what to say — I hope that it will alight, soft as the feather of a...
Apr 24th
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Apr 22nd
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Apr 19th
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Poem #631
Generation Gap My mother was married at 26, my grandmother pregnant. I believe that my great-grandmother was already a grandmother by the time her twenties rolled past her, a shiny Cadillac with suede seats and a silk scarf, beckoning her to take a drive down the long road, past the honeysuckle houses that look like cutouts from a glossy magazine. In the 1800s before the invention of...
Apr 18th
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Apr 14th
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Apr 14th
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directionless
Is this what being a grown-up means? Waking up at 7 to get to work by 8, leaving 12 hours later, eating a cold meal by yourself, and wondering whether or not the compass of your life is even pointing North? I put myself through school for this? Where’s the payback? Where’s the wish fulfilment? Where’s the shiny martini glasses and the slinky dresses, the high heels and partying...
Apr 13th
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Apr 13th
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Apr 13th
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Apr 13th
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Shakespeare was Punjabi by Mehnaz Turner →
Apr 11th
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Transmutations Cathy Linh Che  You watch the fire break into pieces. Flecks of cinder jag like fireflies. There is a hole in your shirt. Fireworks howl in the street behind you. A wave lunges and disperses. One property of water is fluidity. You kiss it and it sticks to your lips. Soon, it’ll evaporate and return to its own great body.  –  I buried copper pots in the yard. When I dug...
Apr 11th
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Apr 11th
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Apr 11th
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Apr 11th
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Apr 7th
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Apr 7th
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best friends (thank god i have them)
E: stories can wait
E: i'm here if you need anything
E: i hope you know that
Apr 6th
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Apr 6th
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Envoi Go, little huddle of noise, with your A to Z And forked hazel twig, and ferret out The man-in-the-street, his multicolour hurt Furled like a crumpled rainbow. Tell him I said What I meant when I said: I do. And if he should Look blank or pretend deaf or say he’s heard That one before, unbutton his doubt to the heart, To the bloodied fist of hope. Try this instead: Love,...
Apr 4th
Apr 3rd
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“The Twittersphere is an odd and uncanny place. It’s something like having...”
– Margaret Atwood, “Atwood in the Twittersphere”
Apr 1st
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March 2010
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WatchWatch
A Galactic State of Mind from collegehumor.com. SERIOUSLY, YOU NEED TO WATCH THIS. Breakdancing Rebel Alliance pilots? Check. Leia playing Max Rebo’s piano from the cantina in A New Hope? Check! Stormtroopers doing the the shuffle AND the robot? Check! The only thing here is that the guy playing Vader’s kinda tiny. But other than that, this video will blow your mind away with the...
Mar 31st