February 2012
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Missed Time
My notebook has remained blank for months thanks to the light you shower around me. I have no use for my pen, which lies languorously without grief. Nothing is better than to live a storyless life that needs no writing for meaning— when I am gone, let others say they lost a happy man, though no one can tell how happy I was.
Ha Jin
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“They also said enjoy your meal and have a nice day and you’re welcome the...”
– Martin Amis | Money
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The Solipsist
Don’t be misled: that sea-song you hear when the shell’s at your ear? It’s all in your head. That primordial tide— the slurp and salt-slosh of the brain’s briny wash— is on the inside. Truth be told, the whole place, everything that the eye can take in, to the sky and beyond into space, lives inside of your skull. When you set your sad head down on Procrustes’ bed,...
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“It’s for the touch, for the touch. After all we are only human beings down...”
– Martin Amis | Money
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Slide
A playground, in a park. One lady raises to the top of the slide a ball of newspaper, gives it a kiss: “Ready … set … go!” Another holds a lampshade in her hands, smoothing its chenille bangs. “My daughter, you should see her dance— she’s already won two prizes.” “Did I tell you mine—he’s three—can already write?” A girl, in line behind...
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“We are all receding - waving or beckoning or just kissing our fingertips, we are...”
– Martin Amis | Money
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A Color of the Sky
Windy today and I feel less than brilliant, driving over the hills from work. There are the dark parts on the road when you pass through clumps of wood and the bright spots where you have a view of the ocean, but that doesn’t make the road an allegory. I should call Marie and apologize for being so boring at dinner last night, but can I really promise not to be that way...
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“When I watch the ads on the television I feel nausea, right in my soft core. TV...”
– Martin Amis | Money
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Poem Beginning with a Line by Milosz
“The most beautiful bodies are like transparent glass.” They are bodies of the selfless or of those newly dead. What appears transparent is really flame burning so brightly it appears like glass. What you’re looking through is the act of giving: One thing in life needed desperately, given to another, or perhaps life itself. The most beautiful bodies are not transparent, but sometimes the color of...
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“Christ, her eyes are fire to me. When my lips meet hers, so carefully, so...”
– Martin Amis | Money
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Hygiene
I understand, sure, hygiene, these days, if you’re not paying attention, with all these sicknesses, you think I’m not aware? I’m not saying not to bathe, are you crazy? you don’t want to wash? I’m just saying to not go overboard, because there’s clean, that’s fine, but not clean and shiny, it’s just that people now, bath foams, bath salts, a bar of...
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