This film would have been broadcast right about the time I was conceived. Phenomenal illustration of the telescoping of time, and how very young America is.
November 2012
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“Indignation is not enough. The world is full of people who use it to excuse everything, including the worst of actions.”
Thomas Merton, in a letter to Mark Van Doren on the subject of the arms race. As quoted in:
Lawlor, Patrick T. “Poet to teacher, Thomas Merton’s letters to Mark Van Doren.” Columbia Library Columns November 1989 39(1):18-30. p.27.
October 2012
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April 2012
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This is how you make a life:
Pull talking out of people like a dentist performing a root canal. Hurt them
with the pulling. Haul it out energetically,
spread the talking around you like blankets, until you can’t
hear each other over all the muffled syllables, the too-long vowels.
Real life is like this:
Desdemona
He was a brute and I knew it,
real bad news,
but I loved the smell of danger,
his animal reek.
He loved me more,
gave me a fistful of it,
collecting bruises like love tokens
and broken bones like Valentines.
My arm, twisted.
My…
November 2009
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August 2008
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reading women like a book the way you do
seeing through their breasts
into that pea-sized death
every woman knows she owns from birth.” —Kennedy, Terry. “For Hatfield, the Radiologist.” Her Soul Beneath the Bone, ed. Leatrice H. Lifshitz. Urbana: University of Illinois Press, (c)1988, p. 5.
for the morning. I work. Nothing
will come between me
and all that I love. I will never
be done with the sweeping up
of common things,
the straightening, the putting away.” —Skipper, Louie. “Yes, Light.” The Fourth Watch of the Night. Davis, CA: Swan Scythe Press, (c)2001, p. 35.
builds into my face
such island fortresses
of silence that words find
not a door to enter by.” —Adonis [‘Ali Ahmad Sa’id]. “The Pages of Day and Night.” The Pages of Day and Night, trans. Samuel Hazo. Evanston, Illinois: Marlboro Press / Northwestern University Press, 1994, p. 11.
my teeth got loose in my mouth …
Tinker, Tailor, Sailor, Sailor —
they were cherrystones,
as I spat them out.” —Lowell, Robert. “Suicide.” Day by Day. NY: Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, (c) 1975, p. 15.