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selections from In the Sierra: Mountain Writings by Kenneth Rexroth

The question is not
Does being have meaning,
But does meaning have being. Continue reading

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selections from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

‘I think,’ said Anna, toying with the glove she had taken off, ‘I think . . . if there are as many minds as there are men, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.’ Continue reading

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selections from Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri

In the end, that was life: a few plates, a favorite comb, a pair of slippers, a child’s string of beads. Continue reading

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selections from The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels

WORKINGMEN OF ALL COUNTRIES, UNITE! Continue reading

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selections from Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America by Barbara Ehrenreich

No one ever said that you could work hard—harder even than you ever thought possible—and still find yourself sinking ever deeper into poverty and debt. Continue reading

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selections from Of Walking in Ice by Werner Herzog

Our Eisner mustn’t die, she will not die, I won’t permit it. She is not dying now because she isn’t dying. Not now, no, she is not allowed to. My steps are firm. And now the earth trembles. When I move, a buffalo moves. When I rest, a mountain reposes. She wouldn’t dare! She mustn’t. She won’t. When I’m in Paris she will be alive. She must not die. Later, perhaps, when we allow it. Continue reading

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“Workweek” by Keith Gaboury

On Monday, I slipped out of my skin
in the parking lot, leaving
my freckles rotting in the sun.

On Tuesday, I gave my liver
a vacation in the breakroom.

On Wednesday, I scooped out
my eyeballs, happy to display them

in a glass of ice tea
to my co-worker Sam.

On Thursday, I panfried
my testicles, serving two globes

during our spaghetti and meatballs
office party.

On Friday, I poked a pen
through my stomach lining

where I wrote a two-week declaration
of war to the VP of Cadaver Development.

On hands and knees, I stuffed
my guts under his door

before stumbling past
a slab of putrefied flesh. Continue reading

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how i voted in the Consolidated General Election — Tuesday, November 8, 2016

PRESIDENT AND VICE PRESIDENT: Jill Stein and Ajamu Baraka (G)
UNITED STATES SENATOR: Kamala D. Harris (D)
UNITED STATES REPRESENTATIVE: Nancy Pelosi (D)
STATE SENATOR: Jane Kim (D)
MEMBER OF THE STATE ASSEMBLY: Phil Ting (D)
JUDGE OF THE SUPERIOR COURT, OFFICE NO. 7: Victor Hwang

MEMBER, BOARD OF EDUCATION: Mark Sanchez, Matt Haney
MEMBER, COMMUNITY COLLEGE BOARD: Rafael Mandelman, Tom Temprano, Shanell Williams

PROP 51: No
PROP 52: No
PROP 53: No
PROP 54: Yes
PROP 55: Yes
PROP 56: No
PROP 57: Yes
PROP 58: Yes
PROP 59: Yes
PROP 60: No
PROP 61: Yes
PROP 62: Yes
PROP 63: Yes
PROP 64: Yes
PROP 65: No
PROP 66: No
PROP 67: Yes

PROP A: Yes
PROP B: Yes
PROP C: Yes
PROP D: Yes
PROP E: Yes
PROP F: Yes
PROP G: Yes
PROP H: Yes
PROP I: No
PROP J: No
PROP K: No
PROP L: No
PROP M: No
PROP N: Yes
PROP O: No
PROP P: No
PROP Q: No
PROP R: No
PROP S: No
PROP T: Yes
PROP U: No
PROP V: Yes
PROP W: Yes
PROP X: No
PROP RR: Yes

MEMBER, BOARD OF SUPERVISORS, DISTRICT 1:
1. Sandra Lee Fewer
2. Jonathan Lyens
3. Marjan Philhour Continue reading

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Michael Pollan’s Food Rules

Eat food. Mostly plants. Not too much. 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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