i feel unsteady

didnt want to come home but now that i'm here i might as well stay

through the gilded tunnel of ( Read more... )

On First Looking into Chapman's Homer ( Read more... )

i am shaking. how did it get this far, this deep, this low, this nothing? satellite images are mirrors but i need faces not reflections and i go looking and i go searching and i stand waiting wondering if i will move as the earth does but of course i do not, i do not move, i remain still, the earth moves beneath me, i sink slowly, minutely, ( Read more... )

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a few bands coming out these days:
- local natives
- the drums
- foreign born
- best coast
- cold cave

only the endings, the finalities, the great crashing closing of waves on shores (waves of course that only recede to crash again, again, again, as long as the sea rolls, rolling as it has for five thousand years, the motion of the sandburied orphans eternal) raise my skin, hollow my bones, chill my nerves ( Read more... )

is real life différance sometimes i am inclined to ask and like petals blooming no no there is no synchronicity and the instantiation of a fact is in its failed instantiation that is to say: there is no structure no megastructure no superstructure no microstructure no substructure we are constituted purely and solely by our own inimitable yet ( Read more... )

reading graham greene's the end of the affair. it is the first time in a long while that i have actually become (and allowed myself to become) emotionally invested in a novel. i find myself slipping into the book itself. and of course, it's about love and hate and scorn and jealousy, and memories of a love that seemed eternal only as something ( Read more... )