January 2012
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Found Story Notes - Author Unknown
Gray - narcissist never met a camera he didn’t like.
Exhibitionist. Pix – wife/sister why steal pix, she’s my mother & my sister
How come never raided Friends – high placed get cauter
Gray in car, smelled booze sips from flask
Theater Guzy – but tape decided to blackmail him.
Lebane (drunk) say found pix waxy controlled him
Notien Tex lying hi why really want to find her?
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from Playing With Fire
I had a nightmare about the empty village last night. In the dream it was morning and I woke up in one of the huts, all alone. Everything was empty. It was the loneliest place in the world. There was no one around for hundreds of miles. No animals, even. In the dream I’d been lying there for days and days, like I was paralyzed. I had nowhere else to go.
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December 2011
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WatchLacawac. 76 Seconds. Music by Art Ensemble of Chicago.
October 2011
4 posts
WatchA little Halloween imagery for a rainy night in NYC.
laughingsquid:
Amateur Rocketry by Dan Wholey
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September 2011
17 posts
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Smokey the Bear
Memoir Excerpt
Asheville, North Carolina, 1960’s
Our property apparently reached only a little ways beyond our backyard into the woods and my mother showed me where that line was and told me not to go past it. She never really enforced that boundary, but she did refer to it from time to time. I’m pretty sure she didn’t think I’d really adhere to that limit. She grew up on a farm, and she...
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Dear Senator Schumer,
I’m not writing about a topic on the list on your website. I’m asking for some fight from you against the conservative bluster I see and hear so much of.
Now is a time for some powerful rhetoric from the progressives. If we are in the right, we need to stand up and defend the ideological ground upon which we stand. This is not just a battle of policy, it’s a battle of...
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Journal Fragment, Shikoku, Japan, 1988
First ride: Quiet man, careful driver, through mountains.
Second ride: A pair of ladies, older middle aged, crushed pink velvet hard-case purse. Trunk empty, but for one baseball cap.
In Shikoku dead autos pile up; no, stack up and wait.
A bell hangs from the shift lever. She drives with bare feet.
A young guy picks me up. He is eager to chat. Offers to take me all the way to Yoshida but I...
Journal Fragment, 1990, Train to Sweden
The horizon, one perfectly flat blue line in each of twenty windows
Dark blue water below light blue sky above
What color is the line? Doesn’t it exist?
Are you an empiricist? Then what color is it?
Journal Fragment, Puerto Galera, Philippines, 1985
I heard what I thought were maybe machine gunshots. They went rattatattat – like in the news. And that was it. They were very quiet.
Mark is now chanting something – something – something – Lalaguna beach. The banana girl comes and listens to one earphone.
There was a funeral, too. I thought at first it was just a lot of people. Then I thought it was a church service. But the sad woman in...
August 2011
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Why World Peace Has a Fighting Chance →
utnereader:
I’m not sure whether or not beauty pageant contestants wish for world peace these days, but lately the very idea, like Miss America herself, seems both antiquated and absurd. Including the battles in Afghanistan and Iraq, there are 18 wars being waged at this very moment. And given America’s open-ended “war on terror,” the racial climate in Europe, the economic strife in Africa,...
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I prefer two spaces after periods
Why not? We have plenty of space, especially cyberspace.
A period is not a comma. A sentence is not a fragment.
Give the sentence some room to settle in before charging off into the next thought.
You may disagree, but at least give me the right to my spaces. Don’t be hating the spacing.
- Kurt
PS: This has nothing to do with typewriters.
Irene in NYC - Fortune Favors the Brave
From my friend Brian Fairbanks, in Manhattan, as Irene was arriving:
My girlfriend and I took a walk a few minutes ago, knowing the storm was starting to strengthen here and we won’t be able to go outside again for a while. There was no one else out. Literally no one. No cabs, no hobos, no cops. The whole of the East Village and Union Square parking spots were taken up by empty ConEd...
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