“ Be obscure clearly.
— E.B. White
“The Language” by Robert Creeley
Locate I
love you some-
where in
teeth and
eyes, bite
it but
take care not
to hurt, you
want so
much so
little. Words
say everything.
I
love you
again,
then what
is emptiness
for. To
fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full
of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.
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simple and catchy tune from Jesse Woods.
The Information: How the Internet Gets Inside Us »
This Adam Gopnik piece is one of the most insightful, even-keeled discussions/syntheses I’ve read about the timeless debate over whether new fangled things like the Internet are an asset or detriment to our lives. Do yourselves a favor and read it if you have a few moments.
"no picnic" by D.A. Powell »
no picnic
plain cloth cast upon the cool banks, the mere warbling frogs/
an interrupted repast, uninterrupted pile of leavings/
the parallax of bodies which are and are not ours/
uncomfortable shift, uncomfortable shuffle….
