Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Friday, April 10, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Number Fifty-Six
Brick, Concrete;
Asphalt, Mortar;
Some Wood;
Some Leaves;
Plastic;
Everyone I know is spastic.
Asphalt, Mortar;
Some Wood;
Some Leaves;
Plastic;
Everyone I know is spastic.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Number Fifty-Four
If I am only what you think of me --
When is a story not a cover-up?
My naked roommate asks me to place two trash bags in front of his bedroom door.
If stories are lies we tell in order to live --
If stories are lies we tell in order to cohere --
As he strums on another’s guitar in another’s room, is he....
If I am only what you think of me --
'I' is to forwarding address as….
When is a story not a cover-up?
My naked roommate asks me to place two trash bags in front of his bedroom door.
If stories are lies we tell in order to live --
If stories are lies we tell in order to cohere --
As he strums on another’s guitar in another’s room, is he....
If I am only what you think of me --
'I' is to forwarding address as….
Labels:
apologies to Rae Armantrout,
sanity,
words,
writing
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Number Fifty-Three
A Deleuzian, Poundian, Antinian prose. Fluid, other-oriented, skeptical, open, outwardly directed.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Number Two
Moleskine notebook paper is of cheaper quality than Rhodia notebook paper in every respect.
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