Monthly Archives: September 2014

selections from George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion (1912)

LIZA. Every girl has a right to be loved. (102) Continue reading

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half pipe

this is the story of why there’s a fucking foot-and-a-half long half pipe of bamboo sitting on the mirror in my bathroom. Continue reading

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Emily Dickinson favorites (301-500)

478

I had no time to Hate –
Because
The Grave would hinder Me –
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish – Enmity –

Nor had I time to Love –
But since
Some Industry must be –
The little Toil of Love –
I thought
Be large enough for Me – Continue reading

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the day i ran a 25-minute 5K

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Wasted Cinders

we’re just doing, not being. Continue reading

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selections from J.R.R. Tolkien’s translation of Beowulf

‘Now for a little while thy valour is in flower; but soon shall it be that sickness or the sword rob thee of thy might, or fire’s embrace, or water’s wave, or bite of blade, or flight of spear, or dreadful age; or the flashing of thine eyes shall fail and fade; very soon ’twill come that thee, proud knight, shall death lay low.’ Continue reading

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fornyrðislag acid

acid asteroids || astound my soul,
entity unseen, || elephantine.

life they lend me || love they convey
freedom they hail || flinging me from
bed a banshee || bound for concrete
shaking stupid || stopping not at all.
constellation of || chemicals jitter
bouncing endless || below, above bobbing
masses of moving || men and women,
asinine apes || all addicted.

visions in color || verve in music
beasts of house || billow, swell out
ricocheting || richly and large
vicious, vivacious, || vaulted against the walls.
soul in thunder || summoned breaks through
dark clouds deeply || drowned in body,
promenading its || patient power
out the feeble || outer body’s shell.

waking wondrous || from weeklong sleep,
anima answers: || the anthem is acid. Continue reading

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selections from Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

If a pistol appears in a story, eventually it’s got to be fired. Continue reading

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