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Entries from August 2013

The young ones can be duped into muling cocaine

August 17th, 2013 · No Comments

“Since the late 18th century, and in plain sight, the entire world has been quite violently molded into one expansive international market and playground for the European bourgeoisie. Nation states have increasingly come to exist solely for the benefit of the markets which function through them, developing vast apparatuses of population management, security technologies, and […]

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Tags: Economics · Jarrod Shanahan · Lit & Crit · Politics & Law

Shot in Chicago

August 16th, 2013 · No Comments

Most of the people who get shot in Chicago don’t die of their gunshot wounds. Gunshot wounds are always painful, usually almost immediately. Incoming rounds puncture skin, tear into muscle, rupture organs and even break bones. They can blind, deafen, maim, disfigure, cripple for life. As many as a dozen people may be shot in […]

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Tags: Oniontown · Poems · Words

Walking the razor line

August 16th, 2013 · 4 Comments

“Most people’s lives are a direct reflection of the expectations of their peer group.  Whoever you spend time with, that’s who you become.” – Anthony Robbins, “Get the Edge” Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinemailPrint

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Tags: Economics · Politics & Law · Verandah

The Power of Prayer

August 15th, 2013 · No Comments

Telephone pole in the alley sports a poster– rats have been sighted nearby.  Poison has been buried.  Keep your pets away. Keep your children away.  No digging! In an emergency, call for help and pray. Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinemailPrint

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Tags: Oniontown · Poems · Words

What’s your sine?

August 15th, 2013 · No Comments

“Research shows, and any observant person can see, that gender variation falls on a continuum from very masculine to very feminine, and that most of us fall somewhere in between.  Such labels would be rendered obsolete if we were to accept all manner of tree-climbing and truck-playing behavior in girls and doll-playing and dress-up behavior […]

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Tags: Lit & Crit · Politics & Law

She’s Leaving and Won’t Be Back

August 14th, 2013 · 3 Comments

The old woman of the shoreline sits in her wheelchair in the sand. I am leaving soon, she says. I am leaving in two or three days. I’ll not be back. We’re having a party, she tells the young man of her dreams. Everyone will be there, you must be there. I can’t come, he […]

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Tags: Oniontown · Poems · Words

On sale now! Two for the price of five!

August 14th, 2013 · No Comments

“The gradual post-war transformation of this country into an outright plutocracy is a development that few have failed to notice, and that has no champions other than the few who benefit directly from it. To sit and watch those high insiders always cash out with impunity is pretty galling to the citizens of a democracy, […]

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Tags: Economics · Politics & Law

Rinsing the Beach

August 13th, 2013 · No Comments

The maidens of the lake are at work. The sun rises behind them, the sky clear of all but blue and gulls. The maidens ceaselessly dump tub after tub of lake water on the beach. The water is green where they work, the sun shining through it as it pours out onto the pebbles and […]

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Tags: Oniontown · Poems · Words

Do diet books count?

August 13th, 2013 · No Comments

“A simple question: why do so few characters in fiction ever read books? Let’s assume that these characters do have the ability to read, and to read something more than love letters or legal documents or diaries. Why do their authors so rarely have them reading fiction or philosophy? “We know that many of the […]

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Tags: Economics · Lit & Crit

The Winters

August 12th, 2013 · 2 Comments

People keep warning me about the winters up here. Oh, the winters…, they say. Just wait till the winter. My wife, I asked her (she’s from here), What is it with the winters? You people make human sacrifices to the ice gods? Just you wait, she said. Just you wait, desert rat– your tail’s going […]

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Tags: Oniontown · Poems · Words

Demonstration of the gender constrictions immanent in language

August 12th, 2013 · No Comments

“In matters of art, more than elsewhere, it is hardly possible to avoid seeming to confuse what one has not distinguished, or to separate what one does distinguish. Everything is given as a whole and the philosopher perforce must distinguish what art itself might try to render all at once. That is his trade. The […]

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Tags: Lit & Crit

The Lake Goes on Forever

August 11th, 2013 · No Comments

The smell from the fire escape today is root beer. Broken glass litters the sidewalks atop the breakwater. In one direction the lake goes on forever. The screaming woman is quiet now, she sleeps. The morning sun shines on her blinded bedroom window, she sleeps. In her sleep she never screams, though she moans and […]

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Tags: Oniontown · Poems · Words

Works every time

August 11th, 2013 · No Comments

“The true way to be deceived is to think oneself more knowing than others.” – Francois Duc De La Rochefoucauld, Reflections (trans. Bund & Friswell) Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinemailPrint

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The Void

August 10th, 2013 · No Comments

People in Chicago are not full of shit. In New York they’re full of authentic shit real, hardened, know-your-shit shit. In the Southwest they’re full of blustery shit gassy, hot, noisy shit. In Chicago, no, it’s strictly business.  No shit. No time or point for it. I am in Chicago but I’m still full of […]

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Tags: Oniontown · Poems · Words

A tribute to clean living, I suspect

August 10th, 2013 · No Comments

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Tags: Verandah

Until they’re all that is?

August 10th, 2013 · No Comments

“The blemishes of the mind, like those of the face, increase by age.” – Francois Duc De La Rochefoucauld, Reflections (trans. Bund & Friswell) Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinemailPrint

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Call It Love

August 9th, 2013 · 2 Comments

I’m not a very nice person. As a person I am not very nice. The diary I kept while I was in my teens shows me a person I don’t know and don’t want to know and he was the source of me. He was a little shit. A petty thief a braggart molester of […]

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Always is of high recurring frequency

August 9th, 2013 · 2 Comments

“To understand matters rightly we should understand their details, and as that knowledge is almost infinite, our knowledge is always superficial and imperfect.” – Francois Duc De La Rochefoucauld, Reflections (trans. Bund & Friswell) Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinemailPrint

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The Lake

August 8th, 2013 · 1 Comment

That woman screams. Behind this window that woman screams. This window opens over the alley back of the building. It opens and that woman screams. She goes to the lake and listens to the lake. No one hears her scream at the lake. Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinemailPrint

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Gulls Cry

August 7th, 2013 · 6 Comments

Reality is looking for a job. The money won’t last. This idyll won’t last. The northeast breeze rolls the waves onto the beach. Where the sun reflects from the water, I cannot look. Gulls cry. What fresh heaven is this? Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinemailPrint

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Tags: Economics · Oniontown · Poems · Words

The Green Flag

August 4th, 2013 · 2 Comments

The green flag means the lifeguard is on duty. The lifeguard sits in a rowboat a few yards off the beach.  She wears sunglasses and watches the children splashing in the shallows. She steadies the rowboat with its oars.  It is work.  She is young and thin and very tanned. Children hold hands along the […]

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Tags: Oniontown · Poems · Words

Be calm, now

August 3rd, 2013 · 2 Comments

A half-block east of my new home is Lake Michigan.  I sat beside the lake for a short while this morning.  The sun sparkled off the waves.  The breeze was up.  The waves hit the breakwater and receded, hit the breakwater and receded. Shush… shush… Shush… shush…   Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinemailPrint

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Tags: Verandah

In the Loop

August 2nd, 2013 · 2 Comments

Chicago.  Downtown, in the Loop.  I’m at Caribou Coffee at the corner of S. Wabash and something.  An excruciatingly hot and menacingly full cup of tasty coffee is at hand.  My first job interview was within the past hour.  It went well enough, but no slam-dunk. Much of what I could write now would be […]

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Tags: Verandah

Chicago

August 1st, 2013 · 2 Comments

Exhausted. Frayed. Here. Chicago! Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinemailPrint

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Morning in Bloomington

August 1st, 2013 · No Comments

Bloomington, Illinois — This morning much like yesterday.  Awake before 4:00, lying in bed till after 5:00, thinking (with eyes closed this time).  Much to do today and tomorrow, much to get right.  Sail the great yellow Penske land-caravel into Chicago and dock at the alleyway behind the building which harbors my new home which […]

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Tags: Verandah