February 2012
10 posts
Essentialists
Dude behind me in the cafeteria line, head supporting a brazed-blonde mullet, holds a tray on which lies a copy of Finnegans Wake and a bag of chips.
I don’t mean to exaggerate. I knew what words meant, more or less. A cup was a cup, a window a window. That much was clear. Was that much clear? There began to be moments of hesitation, fractions of a second when the thing I was looking at refused to accept any language. Or rather, between the thing and the word a question had appeared, a slight pause, a rupture.
I recall one evening, it...
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January 2012
21 posts
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“Decapitate,” said Logan. “Then find yourselves clothing and equipment.”
“What the hell you at?” shouted Buzzard. “Ain’t this enough?”
“Tribal raid, soldier. Decapitate. They’re all right. They’re dead.”
“Go stuff yourself,” said Buzzard. “You ain’t real any more, Logan: you ain’t the Ninth. You’re screwed.”
Logan struck him under the ribs with a spear. Buzzard looked at Logan and...
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Frames
His parents had taken him to get glasses and he wanted the frames that looked as if they had been modified by the sun for a thousand years. Smooth and rough-looking parts, a braid of blonde and brown which had hardened into weightless curves which spun around his ears, gorgeous. His parents were asking him things, like if he liked the pair, could he see better, how impressive the world was now...
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Perils of Late Winter Night Dog Walking
Plastic bags of unforgivable construction.
Gloves, which are great against the asshole cold, except you cannot pick up dog shit with them (well) or write with them—as I will, in a small notebook, during the walk, as the dog is boring, he pees along a grid that is complete in his mind—and you think human invention would’ve overcome this matter by now for me.
A warmth that passes through...
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Then there comes the moment when that final paragraph or sentence appears over the horizon. What if the story misses? Will it take me on an endless journey out of the galaxy? But so far, the docking has always been a smooth click. It is done. Till the next time.
Alan Garner, in the introduction for Red Shift
December 2011
35 posts
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“Dude my blunt would have been ten times worse than my joint.”
“Miles assembles impossible blunt, ‘Laziest River’ plays.”
“He uses all twenty minutes to fail.”
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2011 Year End List
Things that Are Bullshit:
1. Drake, again. 2. The band Girls, again. 3. Bon Iver, again.
monodialogue:
I always thought watching a parent deal with Serious Health Problems would be dramatic—clasping hands around bedsides, professions of love and affection.
Instead, it’s trying not to cry or yell at the deli counter at Whole Foods whilst reading the names of 17 different kinds of prepared salad aloud.
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What is being billed as a fundamentally feminine and feminist document is primarily an expression of the absurdity of white heterosexual sex. The trend in internet feminism of telling personal stories as a way of arriving at political positions unconsciously feeds into the popular blogging model, in which amateur sociology is king and pageviews suggest we should celebrate the confessional ability...
Where it started
“I worry that I am self-absorbed.”
“Don’t worry, you are a critique of self-absorption.”
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2011 Year End List
Worst Tumblr in the World That a Lot of People Really Like: [redacted]
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