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Foucault is METAL

A  hilarious bit from a conversation with a friend about Foucault being a badass and post-modernism (whatever that is): Jack: I like postmodernism, but I usually take the radical end out and think it terms of history me: history? Jack: Yeah 9:03 PM Postmodernism thinks it has found the tr00 chaos underlying all things It’s [...]

Posted 28 January 2009 † Yuletide § Commentary ‡ Comments (2) ° Tagged: , ,

Trains and Bostonia

The physical condition of the traction properties in Chicago is now at its maximum, and unquestionably is above that of any other city in the United States. –Bion J. Arnold, Chief, Board of Supervising Engineers. Citizens’ Bulletin, Cincinnati. June 15, 1912. In the old days, back in 1630, it took two days to get a [...]

Posted 04 April 2008 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction § Fiction ‡ Comments (0) ° Tagged: ,

writing over break

The first bald guy is not yet his lover — they are business colleagues, they met at the cafe in newton, the man is a programmer – a consultant who works from home.

…Streetcar suburbs are green and purple, the commuters run to catch their double-decker diesels, while th einner ringers walk with ease—theirs is a five minute interval during rush hour.

Posted 31 March 2008 † Yuletide § Snippets ‡ Comments (0) ° Tagged: , ,

On Anthropomorphism and More

— Words: Fire Truck, Purple, Ger, Goat The goat saunters by like a pimp in a cadillac — one touch look from a cop and they freeze in terror, but then they’re back to bizness as uzual. The life of the goat is driven by a raw spontaneity that has little human equivalent outside of: childhood, senility or mental illness — and perhaps those hippie free-spirits who dance around in fields all day or drop lots of acid.

Posted 26 March 2008 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction § Exercises § Shorts ‡ Comments (0) ° Tagged: , , ,

Warmups & Fragments

In the Bible, it was decided that Sheep and Goats were Different; those of the Nineties know the refrain: “Sheep go to heaven, Goats go to hell.”… Goats were given the humble and thankless duty of carrying the sins (read: bubonic plague-ridden clothes) of a village into the woods (i.e. Carrying the “sins” to the next village…).

Posted 26 March 2008 † Yuletide § Exercises ‡ Comments (0) °

Random Incoherences

And I forgave him despite his lossinlgy end of days — it was too much for us to move on in synchrony, pulsing in the wake of each other’s acquiescence.

…Slot induced hypomanic imbalance reached pubnlic eyes and ears from a leaked Gnomegon memo, detailing the disturbingly high incidence of gambling and vending behaviors among veterans of the FEG (Forces Especial du Gnome).

Posted 24 February 2008 † Yuletide § Exercises § Shorts § Writing ‡ Comments (0) ° Tagged: ,

Image/Want Ads

No matter what he time, the town has its players. The red autumn sun fades violet, its path followed by trails of starlight — books, used or old, are bought and sold, read and remembered.

Posted 24 January 2008 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction § Shorts ‡ Comments (0) ° Tagged:

METAL SONNET

The theme song of the evil hordes’ advance The lumber of the drums, it swallows thee/you/all romance, dance, perchance The music floating limply in the air

Posted 24 May 2006 † Yuletide § Poetry ‡ Comments (0) °

HER VOICE IS TINLIKE FLOATING

HER VOICE IS TINLIKE FLOATING THROUGH THE AIR EXPANSE OF OPEN ROADS DIVIDING US WHEN SHE COMES DOWN TO VISIT I USE NAIR

Posted 21 May 2006 † Yuletide § Poetry ‡ Comments Off °

5/3: In Class – Question Game

What is lemonade? Two jiggers of kick and a shot of pizzazz.

Posted 21 May 2006 † Yuletide § Poetry § Snippets § Writing ‡ Comments (0) °