archives for Friday 14 November 2008
me & the brujo in twenty years?
Friday 14 November 2008 | 6 cookies in the jar
Just imagine, you know, more cacti and maybe less flannel.
ETA: And why I should have to even say this, in the era of Web 2.0, I don’t know; but you have to click on the picture and read the NYT story, maybe, for it to make as much sense as it could. Which the Brujo […]
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emergency friday refrain · jack gilbert · because he can still quietly floor me
Friday 14 November 2008 | I like a cookie
SUMMER AT BLUE CREEK, NORTH CAROLINA
There was no water at my grandfather’s
when I was a kid and would go for it
with two zinc buckets. Down the path,
past the cow by the foundation where
the fine people’s house was before
they arranged to have it burned down.
To the neighbor’s cool well. Would
come back with pails too heavy,
so my […]
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anodyne
Friday 14 November 2008 | I like a cookie
The extra-new New Yorker cover, self-evidently designed to serve as homeopathic to the Spiegelman 9.11 cover; as numinous and tear-startling a piece of commercial visual rhetoric as has existed so far in this century:
friday refrains · muriel rukeyser
Friday 14 November 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
ST. ROACH
For that I never knew you, I only learned to dread you,
for that I never touched you, they told me you are filth,
they showed me by every action to despise your kind;
for that I saw my people making war on you,
I could not tell you apart, one from another,
for that in childhood I lived […]
