archives for September 2006
more searches, more stray souls
Sunday 24 September 2006 | I like a cookie
Google: rapt riveting aragorn voldemort unnarrator lundy bancroft curriculum vitae “how to clean a whiteboard” [we're the sixth hit! unbelieveable] amarillo “chales showers” [really too weird even to guess at] cien sonetas de amor neruda [because we misspelled it] unreliable narrator irony unreliable narrator songs unreliable narrator poem incubus william shatner tesuque oprah [?!] “I [...]
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september 20, 1902
Friday 22 September 2006 | I like a cookie
…was, in fact, Stevie Smith’s birthday. Ages ago, from some Plath biography or another, I’d tucked away in my head a confession of Sivvy’s, that she was “a desperate Stevie Smith addict.” Somehow I missed the fact that the phrase actually came from a letter of Plath’s written to Smith, in November of 1962, right [...]
friday refrains • eleven from stevie
Friday 22 September 2006 | I like a cookie
Here follow a few of Ms. Florence Margaret Smith‘s depressed/crazy-writer ones, which are funny in an exceedingly unreliable way and seemed therefore appropriate; at some future point we’ll post more of our favorite ones which are in pure non sequitur mode (“Great Unaffected Vampires and the Moon,” for instance—or “The After-thought,” “Magnificent Words,” “The Listener”). [...]
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“when she is on the moon, she is always on the moon” (carl jung)
Thursday 21 September 2006 | I like a cookie
[Nota bene that we are officially Level III, Sanity-Is-Red, late-stage lycanthropic; and there will be no strike-throughs no matter what. If you can't run with the bad dogs then stay under the porch.] So just what is it about “unreliable” these people don’t understand?! I swing back and forth (what a surprise) between feeling like [...]
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object constancy
Sunday 17 September 2006 | someone left a cookie
Ain’t got it. Nuh-uh, no how. Don’t think I ever have, but certainly not after the Republican, much less the Monk. When the object is out of sight, s/he/it’s out of mind, totally out of the realm of possibility, never coming back, gone-gone, bye bye all bes. When the object is on her/his/its way out [...]
angst (of the kind undergraduates get when they have too many essays)
Saturday 16 September 2006 | someone left a cookie
Can you say, deadline? Repeat after me, boys and girls. Let’s all say it together: Deadline. Head cold. Autumn. Hey, at least the crockery pile-up stems from being overwhelmed with work, rather than abject depression. At least when I burst into tears it’s because I’m despondent and frightened, not because I’m…right. I don’t like my [...]
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on hyphens, en-dashes and em-dashes
Saturday 16 September 2006 | someone left a cookie
What looks better online? A hyphen like Dickinson’s – surrounded with space on both sides – or something else, like a full em-dash for punctuation—which has no space on either side—or what the Other Author has been using – an en-dash, an unusual mark made by striking option and then the hyphen – which I [...]
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certainly lends a whole new meaning to the phrase, “busy as a beaver”
Friday 15 September 2006 | I like a cookie
Man may have sent 2 billion spam e-mails Wed, 13 Sep 2006 (AP) – An Australian man under investigation for illegal spamming sent more than 2 billion e-mails promoting Viagra in a year, an official said Wednesday.
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friday refrains: “1975,” by charles wright
Friday 15 September 2006 | I like a cookie
1975 Year of the Half-Hinged Mouth and the Hollow Bones, Year of the Thorn, Year of the Rope and the Dead Coal, Year of the Hammering Mountain, Year of the Sponge… I open the book of What I Can Never Know to page 1, and start to read: “The snow falls from the hills to [...]
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from an epistle to mandarin
Thursday 14 September 2006 | I like a cookie
Darling! So glad you have arrived well and safe, if bizhausted and bewildered as is the way with first days in strange countries. Of course probably by the time you get this you’ll have obtained a PhD in Cervantes, but I can only imagine how the first few hours went. I myself have been incommunicado [...]
