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selections from Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

“She’ll come back and be a serious Americanah like Bisi,” Ranyinudo said.

They roared with laughter, at that word “Americanah,” wreathed in glee, the fourth syllable extended, and at the thought of Bisi, a girl in the form below them, who had come back from a short trip to America with odd affectations, pretending she no longer understood Yoruba, adding a slurred r to every English word she spoke. (78) Continue reading

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going downtown

an enormous cloud hangs over the city
as i walk up 2nd Ave smoking
the remnant of a good night, breathing
the rain-washed air of a good day.

i snap a picture of the cloud
with my phone, with my phone
pay the bus fare, sit in the last
square of four seats occupied by three
silent, independent women, each wearing
a distinct set of dark shades. mine barely
cover my eyes as i look south to see
the cloud retreating and the bright sun
emerging, blanketing everything.

suddenly, the three stages of consciousness
blind me:

first, squinting, measuring the luminosity,
cursing myself for forgetting a hat,
wondering about skin cancer, meditating on the family.
second, reasoning, realizing that by
slightly lifting my limb i can slow the effect
of aging. finally, believing,
breathing in, being,
eyelids down aware that death is
and will always be, so may as well
repose on the sunny side. Continue reading

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selections from Sadhana: The Classic of Indian Spirituality by Rabindranath Tagore

Mind can never know Brahma, words can never describe him; he can only be known by our soul, by her joy in him, by her love. Continue reading

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Emily Dickinson favorites (701-1100)

To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,
What must the Midnights – be! Continue reading

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now

when rivers carve canyons deep and pour out from the valleys.
when mountaintops touch the sky, the clouds their rightful crown.
when those same clouds crash and boom, and cover all in darkness.
when through the air rain tumbles down, down, down, down.

when teeth tear bone and flesh, and taste a little life.
when trees stretch wide their woody arms in spite of sharpened axes.
when the wind slaps fast, sharp, invisible and mighty.
when the moon throws the ocean round as it waxes, wanes, waxes.

when the sun arises, sails, and sets its blinding, blazing glow.
when the the stars pierce your midnight dreams, well…
that’s when you’ll know. Continue reading

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selections from the second volume of Parerga and Paralipomena by Arthur Schopenhauer

SCHOPENHAUER. Essays and Aphorisms. Penguin Classics. Translated with an introduction by R. J. HOLLINGDALE. Continue reading

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chronicle of a saturday walk in the city

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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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ramblin’ ron

tonight? tonight i’m going to a cave party. Continue reading

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10 Year, 107 Proof, Rated 94 by the Beverage Tasting Institute

it feels good to be productive. today i’ve:

  • invented a garlic broccoli chicken broth w grilled cheddar cheese sandwich,
  • steamed my eyes and grated my thumb,
  • enjoyed the pleasures of Duke Ellington & John Coltrane,
  • powered through some poetry by Wallace Stevens,
  • recorded a couple strange covers with bass guitar and vocals,
  • penned this post,
  • taken my first ever sip of Old Rip Van Winkle 10yr and munched on a few almonds,
  • half cleaned off half the playa dust caked all over my bike,
  • transcribed my latest Greek notes,
  • smoked weed and sipped water,
  • accepted (Joni Mitchell, Jeff Beck) and rejected (Willie Nelson, Santana, Cat Stevens) vinyl from the Cameron J. Windham collection,
  • cleaned my new official favorite blanket,
  • wrote more words about Burning Man,
  • done the dishes,
  • made a strawberry and vanilla kefir breakfast in bed,
  • folded laundry,
  • and made some love with my lady.

what have you done today? Continue reading

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