February 2012
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CASCANDO
the churn of stale words in the heart again love love love thud of the old plunger pestling the unalterable whey of words
—Samuel Beckett
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“NO MORE BORING ART”
– John Baldessari
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“The only real elegance is in the mind; if you’ve got that, the rest really...”
– Diana Vreeland
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CONTINENT'S END
…The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me
Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.
That watched you fill your beds out of the condensation of thin vapor and watched you change them,
That saw you soft and violent wear your boundaries down, eat rock, shift places with the continents.
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“See the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers…”
– Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
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January 2012
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“Everything’s weird if you stare at it.”
– Sam Lipsyte, The Ask
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The Painter of Modern Life
Few men are gifted with the capacity of seeing; there are fewer still who possess the power of expression. So now, at a time when others are asleep, Monsieur G. is bending over his table, darting on to a sheet of paper the same glance that a moment ago he was directing towards external things, skirmishing with his pencil, his pen, his brush, splashing his glass of water up to the ceiling,...
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Sylvia Plath on Stability
The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
—From The Bell Jar
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December 2011
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“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. ...”
– Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
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A Vast Confusion
Long long I lay in the sands
Sounds of trains in the surf
in subways of the sea
And an even greater undersound
of a vast confusion in the universe
a rumbling and a roaring
as of some enormous creature turning
under sea and earth
a billion sotto voices murmuring
a swelling stuttering
in ocean’s speakers
world’s voice-box heard with ear to sand
a shocked echoing
a shocking...
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Lawrence Weschler on Work & Grace
And you’re going to work, and you’re going to work, and you’re going to work, and then suddenly it’s going to be right. It will go from being the million-sided polygon into a circle. That pop can only occur in grace, which is to say gratis, which is to say for free…Another way of putting it is it’s preparation for receptivity. If you hadn’t have worked,...
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November 2011
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“And time for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions & revisions,...”
– T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock