“Those who work much do not work hard.” -Thoreau
Monthly Archives: September 2011
2011-09-17 10:56:51 +0000
E pluribus onus
2011-09-16 10:19:19 +0000
So hard to stop things from meaning other things. So hard to let them just mean themselves.
2011-09-14 11:14:09 +0000
Claw, cloud, and confession.
2011-09-13 23:48:32 +0000
The lying humanism of “mind,” the dead biology of “brain.”
2011-09-13 11:17:42 +0000
Today, again, I am faced by the stark responsibility for not writing, for not making things, with the teat of revenue blocking my view.
2011-09-12 22:41:33 +0000
I participate in snakes.
2011-09-11 20:34:15 +0000
Love these! “Contents may have shifted during rapture. / LetÛªs put the Christ back in Xbox.” 3 Poems By Michael Robbins http://t.co/9RYBnvh
2011-09-11 19:25:06 +0000
Every moment is learning to mean “what’s next?” again.
ambedo
All around great site…
n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.