I am apping when I’m not napping. and what is a blog if not a medium escaping daily tedium … and now you know why I stick to pilfering my poetry. For the next few months (or however long the fancy takes me) pilfered poetry is migrating. In an effort to recover bogey’s intimacy, I…
The Cult of the Big Book.
The unfolding of the Logos introduced directionality into history Such as do build their faith upon The Holy Text of pike and gun Decide all controversy by Infallible Artillery And prove their doctrine orthodox By Apostolic blows and knocks call Fire and Sword and Desolation A godly-thorough-Reformation. Samuel Butler. This monster-post, inspired by the book…
I, too, am a native. Saying this aloud, a mere whisper lost to the the deep night, is terrifying. The quick phrase feels like the slow stripping of all agency, a rape of my right to speak of the world and its concerns, forced to leave them to ‘better men’. To be native is to…
In Girum Imus Nocte et Consumimur Igni.
We turn a circle in the night and are consumed by the fire. Happy B’day Shalini, who could never resist a palindrome. Timeous at 25, and so pivotal to my encounter with words.