I don’t leap out rushing into the heat. It’s easier after all to stay put, sitting in the car praying for it to begin moving again. Come on, hold on, breathe.
Grandma Sylvia, complainer or not, seemed to me as worthy of media attention as any TV star, socialite or business mogul in a celebrity-obsessed culture.
In a stall in the men’s changing room at the Central London YMCA my challenge has become clear.
Society and the people seem to want to be terminally
‘busy.’ Everyone wants a phone in the car. No one wants
any free-time. The assumption here is that free-time is wasted time,
time better spent getting stuff and getting ahead.
At the Mexican fast-food stand one block from home, I was nine and in line three times a week for a bean and cheese burrito. It was 1975, the year we moved away from my father.
If her defence fails, then, my dear friend, like other persons who are enamoured of something, but put a restraint upon themselves when they think their desires opposed to their interests, so too must we after the manner of lovers give her up, though not without a struggle[. . . .] and he who listens [...]
Some weeks ago, a friend asked us to come up with a creative way to participate in an anti-Bush rally being held in downtown Missoula. The event, billed simply as “Dump Bush Missoula,” was to be a kind of artsy affair…
I went into a fever of hunger for a week, no satisfying it. I didn’t
sleep, I didn’t eat, I wouldn’t talk. I paced the confines
of our cottage with my red pencil, mumbling about marrow and kidneys.
I’m going to talk about not poetry of the city, but poetry as a city. Poetry is a city of words, a complex heterogeneity that functions both as its parts and as a whole. It’s full of systems—metaphoric, symbolic, sonic—analogous to the sewage, electrical, and transportation systems that animate a city. You look at a [...]
Every Unedited Thing in the Identity Theory Non-Fiction Box Regarding Facial Hair: June 2-Aug 24 (in reverse order)
Hey, Did you shave your facial hair? And if so, were you walking downtown today in a blue shirt, listening to your iPod? I thought I saw you near the Thompson Center. We should get together this weekend if you and Josie are around. I’m going to chad’s friday night and staying through [...]
Wife three: I’m no trophy. I hear phrases like practice makes perfect. Or three is a charm. They’re lying, of course. What they mean is that, if he married again, he’d cross a line. Or they’re sorry for me. Wife one could be naïve. Wife two could be hopeful that wife one was a fluke. [...]
A woman like that, who covers her legs, likes to hide.
It seems the ideas and actions behind “The Swan” are nothing less than a collaborative art. After all, the simple goal of plastic surgery is to transform the flesh – to literally re-shape it – into forms that are thought to be more aesthetic.
An excerpt from the essay collection Bookmark Now by Christian Bauman
In early 1999 an album called …Baby One More Time rocketed to number one, powered in part by a music video of 16-year-old Britney Spears performing in the stereotypical costume of a schoolgirl. She was perfectly outfitted in the iconography of the coquette: pleated skirt, kneesocks, pigtails: but the key signifier that positioned her on [...]
Wife two was a stripper. And sweet, too. He traded her in for me, wife number three. To people I don’t know, I say she was a dancer.
Anyway, after a couple of hours
with Stephanie I wanted to shout, “Gin is NOT a fragrance,
you fat ho!” But I didn’t, because after a chat with
my mother in the coat room I realized that it’s not about
me all the time.
Her history’s desert is full of potentates sharpening their swords, inventing icon free art, alphabets, practicing equality, creating five pillars of Islam and navigation star map tools, breaking wild stallions, building tiled adobe fortresses, selling spices, writing language.
Inmates and their families or loved ones regarding (for the most part) life in, out and around Deerlodge, Montana State Prison. Some quotes are abbreviated. Others are in reference to different prisons in America. But all are genuine. Letters and reports from Prison Talk Online and elsewhere. “i was asking a qustion about my son [...]
Barren, fertile, virgin, dry – we speak of our land like a biblical woman. And it’s no mistake. We come from a grand tradition. Gaia, Demeter, Pele and Eve. Primordial women who knew about cycles and passages. Birthing and deathing and intricate dancing between. Myrle Daniels Kilen Salsbury, who took on the name of each [...]
Before he was text, he was a physician.
I had seen a lot at that
point, already, in terms of pornography. Things too numerous to
mention, I suppose, if I think about it. But, I had never seen coprophagy.
Sides of the bed have been established, and it’s me who has the outside while Guess Who snuggles safely in the last-to-die spot by the wall.
He said he would set a trap for the squirrel and return periodically to check it. "We can’t let him stay out there all night," he said. "He could freeze."