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“What matters is not what you photograph, but why and how you photograph it. Even...”
– Andreas Feininger (via life)
January 2012
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December 2011
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Small Measures
I went home and climbed back into my mother.
Origami was involved, I was a crane for the first time
in my life, but my older brother was already there,
claiming dibs. In the desert of her womb, he was dressed
as Peter O’Toole dressed as Laurence of Arabia
admiring his robes in the mirror of his knife.
I left with an understanding of why I failed
the essay portion of my sex-ed final. The...
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Asking for Directions
We could have been mistaken for a married couple
riding on the train from Manhattan to Chicago
that last time we were together. I remember
looking out the window and praising the beauty
of the ordinary: the in-between places, the world
with its back turned to us, the small neglected
stations of our history. I slept across your
chest and stomach without asking permission
because they were...
I can play Bejeweled Blitz for hours — and I mean HOURS, wondering how some (or many) people can score 500,000+ and I can’t even get past 165,000.
Random, but true.
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spaces
(This was published somewhere I don’t remember. It was more than seven years ago.)
spaces
i.
it is 6pm. i get on the bangkok bus at the soi behind
the guesthouse. alone. DMB’s “the space between” is
on continuous play in my ears, then it rolls like a
projector in my mind — the melody, the words,
memories. i say a few farewells to the place.
my heart falls...
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Retrospective: Won't You Sit A Spell With Me
(M.B., 18 August 2008)
In my after-school class, there are two kids, a boy and a girl who are around 9-or-10-years-old. One afternoon, he came running in late, announcing to me in a haphazard way that his friend is right behind him. He took a seat in one of those round tables quite a distance from everyone else. A few minutes later, the girl came running in, taking a seat next to him. I...
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Meet Me in Montauk
Last night, I dreamt I cut out Alexander Pope’s Eloisa to Abelard from the newspaper because I wanted to tape it onto my new journal/notebook.
Here’s an excerpt:
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d; Labour and rest, that equal...
October 2011
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September 2011
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