archives for April 2008
writing poems, can’t stop to post
Saturday 19 April 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
But wouldn’t we all look drop-dead fabulous in this dress? Even gentlemen?
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kitty wigs!
Sunday 13 April 2008 | 8 cookies in the jar
If my cat weren’t such a disgusting little Pigpen, as seen clearly here:
then she would probably already have one of these ($50, though?):
botheration [childishly edited as if an undergraduate rhetoric paper]
Sunday 13 April 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
First, my apologies for searching out your website to find your email address [? why do it then? as a reader I immediately find myself questioning your ethos]. My intention wasn’t invasiveness [? not a word]. I’ve tried to offer all the space I imagined you might need or want [the writer presumes it is […]
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rattled
Saturday 12 April 2008 | someone left a cookie
Turning up out of thin air, the way he always enters my life without warning, the Young Monk emailed me tonight.
I called the Brujo from his study and asked him to read the message, in case 1) the Monk wants to send me money and/or 2) has exposed me to some horrible STD (though I […]
friday refrains · rachel zucker (for the brujo, on his fourth birthday)
Friday 11 April 2008 | I like a cookie
DIARY [SURFACE]
Spring is not so very promising as it is the thing
that looking back was fire, promising:
ignition, aspiration; it was not under my thumb.
Now when I pretend a future it is the moment
he holds the thing I say new-born,
delicate, sure to begin moving but
I am burned out of it like the melody underneath
(still not under […]
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japanese women use cloth pads too!
Thursday 10 April 2008 | I like a cookie
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the good-enough semester
Thursday 10 April 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
The good-enough mother…starts off with an almost complete adaptation to her infant’s needs, and as time proceeds she adapts less and less completely, gradually, according to the infant’s growing ability to deal with her failure. (DW Winnicott, “Transitional Objects and Transitional Phenomena,” 1951)
The patient makes use of the analyst’s failures. Failures there must be, and […]
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why we love oleoptene
Tuesday 8 April 2008 | someone left a cookie
actually, worth $8.20 per day in prizes
Tuesday 8 April 2008 | I like a cookie
$480 for a box of 30 patches and no prescription benefit at the State School: Good God in heaven.
RPH Zeke (not a pseudonym!), who talks like an escaped character from a Zane Grey novel but who indifferently lets us buy one patch at a time (”Ah don’t keer—Ah’m not payin’ to have an open box […]
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an exchange by the refrigerator
Monday 7 April 2008 | I like a cookie
“You were so sneaky! You were all innocent: So which god do you think you are, dear? And you didn’t say anything about your blog post.”
“I wasn’t even thinking about my blog! It was a genuine question.”
“And I said Pluto, do you remember that? I can bring you great suffering and, along with it, deep […]
