Culture or delusion: the distinction, often, rests on how many people share it.
Jewels and Binoculars
I don’t think poetry is necessarily after clarity, and I certainly never expect accuracy. I prefer a little slack between language and meaning, like the slack we find between language and the world itself.
Twitter Replacement: A Tragicomedy in One More Act
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E: Ingredients are just scattered around — and no drive-thru!
V: The deli has hot sandwiches… And candy by the check-out.
E: This is the worst McDonald’s replacement ever!
V: It’s a grocery store. You get to make your own meal.
Twitter Replacement: A Tragicomedy in Two More Acts
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Estragon: These idiots have no idea how to play football!
Vladimir: This is a rugby match.
4
Estragon: That Suits episode made no sense.
Vladimir: It was the royal wedding.
Twitter Replacement: A Tragicomedy in Two Acts
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Estragon: What a boring TV show!
Vladimir: You’re looking out a window.
2
Estragon: Terrible novel! The author drones on and on. No plot at all, just one pompous lecture after another.
Vladimir: You’re reading an encyclopedia.
My Actor’s Nightmare
This is a dream I had in high school. I’d had actor’s nightmares before this, of course – and I’ve had many others since. But this one was astonishing in its duration and complexity. Also, even as I was dreaming it, I thought it was hilarious.
Every day in May of 2020, I posted a randomly selected pair of books from my personal library in a series I called the Random Walk.
I’ve since removed them from the archives, and collected them here.
I also wrote an essay describing my process (chance takes a lot of planning).
spine poem #7
Overtime field work,
temporary help:
why aren’t you at work?
Hooray for a back injury that makes you cancel everything, including participating in an extremely special choral concert.
spine poem #6
Mermaids in the basement
howl ravishing disunities.
These are not sweet girls.
