August 2010
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I Am A Terrible Driver
“Hey, man. I just think I should tell you, I’m a terrible driver,” I say.
Tim shuts the passenger door and says, “That’s ok. My girlfriend’s a bad driver, too. I’m still alive.”
“Fucking bitches,” I say as I put the car in first and nose into traffic. I drive east on Central toward the mountains. “You know, sometimes I think the...
March 2010
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Thoreau and Pierrot
Thoreau walks along the edge of the rails and ties drinking from several types of drinks he finds during his walk mixed together in a one gallon windshield fluid jug washed in the river and dried in the sun some days ago when he started the practice. There is nothing wrong with it. The sun is out and it is windy going through the steep grades carved through the hills for the intermittent, regular...
February 2010
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"The Great Jane Fox"
The Great Jane Fox leaps over the moon. Contemplates the past tense, and did it again. But every time the Great Jane Fox leaps over the moon, she always wished that she leapt over the moon. The Great Fox is leaping over the moon continually, paused, thinks, and each time finds herself having leapt over the moon. Never “leaps over the moon,” she thought. The Great Jane Fox...
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The Good Old Days
The students of the college roughly fell into ranks and files on a sunny, bright April day. The frats and sororities were nearly finished with their rush events, marking the end of some intense discomfort. And the comfort level of rush corresponded directly (though perhaps unintentionally) with the New England weather cycle. There were the typical foot-in-the-door events—parties, mixers, and...
Revelation of John, Chapter X, vv. 1-7
I heard about this guy who thought he was real hot shit. He had a nice third-floor walk-up (as nice as you could expect) from which he came one day. He was dress nattily, healthy tanned, wearing some exotic sneakers that seemed Japanese in origin. He set down his right foot on the sidewalk and left his left foot on his stoop. He stood there, and lifted up to the sky his hand, and he cursed out...
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The Invention of the Guitar
The guitar was invented in 1864 by Carter Doisnaeu. Its direct mechanical precursors were the Jew’s harp (also known as the gewgaw, guimbarde, Gedachtenverdrijver, Maultrumpe, mundharpe, marranzanu, mouth harp, jaw harp, juice harp, Ozark harp, Omaha Flapjack, and marranzano pancake), the upright piano (invented only a year prior by, or so it’s said, a distant cousin of...
A Farce
Haven’t we ever had a presentiment in the night, of expansion and contraction, wind stretching itself through leaves, an icicle fall, or the sound the air makes as it settles on the dust. And who’s to say that our life hasn’t led up to this barely noticed—barely created!—sound, the sound of a feeling.
We’re talking about the word-concept “teleology,” as if it were a thing about...
In The Beginning
Park used to think that the development of one’s intellect mirrored his growing understanding of a city’s layout. That is, as the mind matured it gained a better sense of how faster to get where, which restaurants to frequent and the streets one ought to avoid after dark. The easy link between thought and action—as if the mind could be schematized and illuminated, filled in, like a map of the new...
I Am Not A Shape
As I rode my bike home last night I felt my descent as the slow rising of my surroundings.
Inside my stomach, something knew that I had motion, but my eyes and skin felt fooled. I was listening to music so the wind’s normal dominant aesthetic component—sound—had undergone a phenomenal reduction. The air that I moved through felt like the same temperature as the air inside me,...
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Where We Compose A Poem In The Shower: Catastrophe
Apostrophe wouldn’t rhyme With catastrophe if Possession didn’t lead To a ruinous end, and Contraction weren’t a part Wretchedly deserving.
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My First Religious Experience
I had my first religious experience tonight, but its possibility was contained in a sermon I had heard a few weeks ago. It was during the homily or sermon—whatever they call it. I’ve been to a lot of differently denominated and non-denominated churches, lately. I’d been trying to find one that stuck. At this service, the priest made a point about prayer. He said that a lot of...
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Wanted: One Girl
Wanted: One girl [Age 19 to 24. Into art, New Expressionism preferable. Into music, knowledge of post-Reich minimalism required. Must smoke American Spirit cigarettes. No hard drugs except on occasion. A runner. Required, between 95 pounds and 115 pounds (inclusive). Into art, must dislike Ed Ruscha. Into music, past (or over) the indie scene. Should have migrated all physical artifacts to...
December 2009
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Yeasayer “Mondegreen”
Yeasayer is our...
October 2009
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Mondegreens.
A mondegreen is a misheard lyric, saying, catchphrase, or slogan. The word was coined by the Scottish writer Sylvia Wright in a 1954 article in Harper’s Magazine. There she wrote that, as a child, she had misinterpreted the lyrics of a Scottish ballad called “The Bonny Early of Moray.” One of the lines in the song is this: “They hae slain the Earl o’ Moray and laid...