January 2011
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When I was quiet, well I heard your voice in...
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Important Correspondance
It’s Monday morning, I’m in my office, this is the first email I look at-
Honorable university friend, How do you do? I am a Chinese students of Moslem people university. I have a new idea on psychology, concerning Hitler. I hope you can pass the important points of the theories on to the experts who study domestic psychology and sociology. I think it is better to offer these ideas...
The Sacred Harp Singers at Liberty Church
Documentary suggestions?
what are your favourites, what should I watch?
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ATTENTION PLEASE
Everyone needs to take a second to look at this very important and relevant tumblr-
Creepers Who Text
Lee, Rach, Kelli - remember our Hall of Shame? The “howz ur pussy?” guy? And the FAT MOUTHED WELLS FARGO BANKER. And the guy that tried to get me to wear his ex girlfriend’s jewelry. And Kevin goddamn Milner. And “I woke up to your mouth, ohhhh Kelli,...
I know it’s everywhere. But it breaks my...
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“Don’t give up on me just yet. I still think we can do better”
If I had a dollar for every time.
Thursday night: go rowing, come home and eat a lentil soup. Watch a documentary about the Arctic Circle. Today at work, William and I spent all day hauling furniture around in the hall setting up for admissions and enrollments next week. After we were done we lay on our backs on the...
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Parts of my job that I like-
Today I’m sorting through a tower of books and putting together the course reader for a class we run every year on psychoanalytic anthropology. I’m sitting here looking at the outline the coordinator gave me and I’m a bit in love with it. His suggested reading list totals 20 pages of tiny print.
Hey kids! Thinking about taking undergrad anthropology? If you’re looking for something...
Dear Lindsay,
do we have any pencil sharpeners in the cupboard?
-Professor X
Emails like this make me feel like I have made all the wrong choices in my life. How the hell would I know? Why don’t you get up and look, instead of writing me emails that make me feel as though I am lost in a very grey place. You make me feel like there is no wilderness in me.
Winter Stars - Larry Levis
My father once broke a man’s hand Over the exhaust pipe of a John Deere tractor. The man, Ruben Vasquez, wanted to kill his own father With a sharpened fruit knife, and he held The curved tip of it, lightly, between his first Two fingers, so it could slash Horizontally, & with surprising grace, Across a throat. It was like a glinting beak in a hand, And, for a moment, the light held...
The Gaslight Anthem covering Kelly...
The Gaslight Anthem covering Springsteen’s...
My lover’s teeth are white geese flying above me My lover’s muscles are rope ladders under my hands
A Woman Is Talking To Death - Judy Grahn
I wonder, if you added it up, how many weeks, months, I have spent waiting for heat to break. How many hours Coral and I have spent in my office each morning gingerly herding the huntsman spiders into containers and carefully dropping them in the garden outside. How many days I have spent slicing bread, peeling potatoes.
“4th of July
If I have any romantic notions left,
please let me abandon them...”
– -Keetje Kuipers
The Mums
I went to dinner last night with The Mums and my sister Clare, who is visiting from Germany for a few weeks. The Mums have this habit of sitting in the car when they drop me home and waiting until I go inside before driving away. As I was putting my key in the door I heard my sister inquire in the back seat why they were sitting idling. One mum turned in her seat and explained to my sister that...
Still need. Months later on your knees in my father’s house. Still. O need, o city of gratitude rising around us
Nightmare of Horse and Church - Eireann Corrigan
On being an hour late to work:
“You make me feel gentle. Softer, kinder.”
Anne Carson’s Plainwater was mysteriously delivered to my office today by courier, with no note or indication of who it was from.
Page 45, On Shelter: You can write on a wall with a fish heart, it’s because of the phosphorus. They eat it. There are shacks like that down along the river. I am writing this to be as wrong as possible to you. Replace the door when you leave, it says. Now you...
Today in Relevant Questions
petitchou:
Teaching: Emerson, Plato, Hamlet
D____, 17: What would Plato have thought about something like “The Real Housewives of Atlanta”? Are we all just hanging out in our caves, eating popcorn, believing it’s “reality”? Does anyone even care anymore?
R____, 16: Aristotle would’ve been like, “You gotta get your catharsis on somewhere! Don’t be tardy for that party!” Everyone feels the need...
Pericardium - Joanna Klink
Am I not alone, as I thought I was, as I thought The day was, the hour I walked into, morning When I felt night fly from my chest where prospect had Slackened, and close itself off, understanding, as I thought I did, That the ground would resist my legs and not let them Break nor let them be released into air as my heart, in its Muscle, might be released from the body that surrounds it, Like...
“but your last moan was what I’ve been hoping for waiting for for years”
-B
My sister and I went to visit my dad tonight. Before we saw him we went swimming under the lime trees together with big white flocks of corellas overhead. On the fridge was a list in his long, looping hand that said-
Remember
-water pots. If there is no rain, water the garden too
-mow lawns (and the back by the shed)
-keep house clean
-sweep back stairs
-look for job
Band of Horses - I Go To The Barn Because I Like...
The Mums
We had a cleaning bee for the kindergarten classroom this morning. My mums, in their typical endearing fashion, showed up in matching polka-dot cleaning outfits. One mum cornered a green cowboy that had been drawn on the wall and said “see you in hell, little man!” before washing him away into oblivion. The other mum scrubbed vigorously with a frown on her face at the word SEX that had...
I just finished a long phone call with my friend Aaron. In class, his son was asked to make a poster of three things that make him special.
He wrote:
1. My Grandma loves me.
2. There’s only one of me.
3. My Daddy loves me.
awwwwwwww
Salt Years - Shaylah Kloska
Whether you salt me or not We swallow our mouths together. We call states. Name together the animals we’d kill Singing O Dead Angels all the while. Whether or not I like it we buried Paper coffee can ink To a dead girl and dug her up When we built the boat. This is the keeping song: Sing All the salt years preserved. This is the kicking leg At teeth For taking All the yellow and low...
Me: you were deep river sad?
Galen: 150 year-old tree sad.
I will be 26 in a few days. It feels like it’s been a long time since someone put their lips to my lips, and I am enjoying being alone. Yesterday I worked in the vegetable garden all afternoon. The sage has grown along the wall, and tiny red seed-studded balls are growing on the strawberry plants. It’s been so hot, I worried...
Music In The Morning - Dorianne Laux
When I think of the years he drank, the scars on his chin, his thinning hair, his eye that still weeps decades after the blow, my knees weaken with gratitude for whatever kept him safe, whatever stopped the glass from cracking and shearing something vital, the fist from lowering, exploding an artery, pressing the clot of blood toward the back of his brain. Now, he sits calmly on the...