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Locked
Assembling these patched words in an electronic space, I feel half-blind, as if the entire text is within reach, but because of some myopic condition I am only familiar with from dreams, I can see only that part most immediately before me, and have no sense of how that part relates to the rest. When I open a book I know where I am, which is restful ( Read more... ) -
Adventures in Travel
Things you can do in an airport without ID:
Apply for a WestJet Credit Card (they will pounce on you as you pass them for the third time because your flight has been cancelled and you’re ping-ponging between check-in and customer service, and their kiosk is situated ideally in the middle of Air Canada’s ping-pong court).
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(Untitled)
Gleek: Standing at the front of the room while everyone else has to write an exam is the best feeling ever.
Gleek: You just watch a room full of 500 people sweat and be afraid.
Lunar: And this will forever be the day Adrien decided that being a college professor might be an enjoyable career.
Gleek: Yes.
Lunar: Hear ye hear ye.
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Mochas are my saviours.
Chocolate and coffee is the stuff of my blood. I don't like it in the sense that I find vampirism and cannibalism ethically questionable, but I drink it because it's that or die, and ethics can go to hell when my life is on the line. -
OPEN SUBMISSIONS
Common Texts: Read Me/Write Me Open Submissions PostA project for a class has had me thinking about common spaces, and what constitutes a common space. Where they are allowed, where they are not, how they operate, what brings people together and disperses them afterward, and how these things function. Specifically, because I am me, I started ( Read more... ) -
The need, but importantly, the possibility.
Violence and Language
By Mary Louise Pratt on May 21, 2011
I find violence very unsatisfying as an object of study. We intellectuals use the term all the time as if we knew and agreed on what it is, what the term refers to. But in fact I think the concept of violence doesn't have contours for us -- perhaps that is something we can discuss. ( Read more... ) -
Across a Great Wilderness Without You
Across a Great Wilderness Without You
by Keetje Kuipers
The deer come out in the evening.
God bless them for not judging me,
I'm drunk. I stand on the porch in my bathrobe
and make strange noises at them-
language,
if language can be a kind of crying.
The tin cans scattered in the meadow glow,
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Your silence will not protect you.
“What are the words you do not yet have? What do you need to say? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence? Perhaps for some of you here today, I am the face of one of your fears. Because I am a woman, because I am Black, because I am lesbian, because I am ( Read more... )
