December 2011
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WAR IS OVER (IF YOU WANT IT).
November 2011
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October 2011
17 posts
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Despite everything, the shadow of my native land wasn’t erased and in it the depths of my stupid heart the certainty persisted that it was there that my destiny lay.
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“We’ve gotten used to death,” he heard the young man say.
“It’s always been that way,” said the white-haired man, “always.”
In the nineteenth century, toward the middle or the end of the nineteenth century, said the white-haired man, society tended to filter death through the fabric of words. Reading news stories from back then you might get the idea that there was hardly any crime, or that...
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Book of Isaiah By Anne Carson
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Isaiah awoke angry. Lapping at Isaiah’s ears black birdsong no it was anger. God had filled Isaiah’s ears with stingers. Once God and Isaiah were friends. God and Isaiah used to converse nightly, Isaiah would rush into the garden. They conversed under the Branch, night streamed down. From the sole of the foot to the head God would make Isaiah ring. Isaiah...
LET ME TELL YOU AN AMAZING STORY.
September 2011
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TUESDAY.
July 2011
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