archives for Friday 7 November 2008
friday refrains · james dickey
Friday 7 November 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
I’m not sure I know exactly why I’m slinging these two poems at you today, though this month my thoughts take their annual turn for the darker, from now until February. I take in (or, some might say, wallow in) stuff like The Road, Sarah Kane (e.g., Skin), David Lynch, coroner’s reports on suicides, all […]
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all your republican base are belong to us
Friday 7 November 2008 | I like a cookie
My favorite election story, still, as the hours pass and I savor each one.
So a canvasser goes to a woman’s door in Washington, Pennsylvania. Knocks. Woman answers. Knocker asks who she’s planning to vote for. She isn’t sure, has to ask her husband who she’s voting for. Husband is off in another room watching some […]
