throwback

so where do you start.
climate change:
“By setting this goal, we acknowledge there is a problem. And by setting this goal, we commit ourselves to doing something about it,” Mr Bush said.
and it is what i have come to in all my lives, here, now. awareness is never enough. it is not, can never be enough.
ice [...]

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mad world

i have heard this music before,
saith the body.
- mary oliver
\\\structured poetics fade, the interpretive community shrinks, sublimates finally between the quiet moon, large on the eastern horizon, and the act of translation itself. the question was first about how to read those few words, but it subverts and submits until it becomes the voice accounting (which is [...]

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a hold on me

cockburn:
somebody stands in a window
watches the river roll
trains rumble in the foreground
with the weight of approaching dawn
flames from the refinery
rise broken, red and riveting
and the high vault of heaven
looks far away and cold
there’s howling in the factory yard
there’s pounding in my head
i’m swollen up with unshed tears
bloated like the dead…
(instrumental break)
blood and ashes – time [...]

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diatribing in the morning

i recently read pervez hoodbhoy’s article in the august 2007 issue of “physics today”, and a followup article in “US news” (this second one is worse, but i’m not going to deal with it). he’s been teaching at quaid-e-azam university in islamabad for the past 34 years, and is best known for repeating goldziher’s doctrine [...]

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day six

the words are aching in their own pursuit. silence speaking in dark tones.
there are spaces and pauses and points of disbelief, the willingness of our own suspension, our urgent calling to ourselves. this is the month for all things to fall.
–
bruce cockburn at the banff centre. i really, really wanted to go. someday i’ll manage [...]

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day five

somewhere between energeia and enargeia, here as we wade through words – these arbitrary signifiers, these wondrous phonemes -, is the daily commute.
strange, that above the concrete morass the clouds can maintain that hue. stratospheric defiance: do what you can, mortals, but here we will paint and hymn our praise.

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day four

fa bi-ayyi âlâ-i rabbikumâ tukadhdhibân

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forecasting

welcome back, everybody. or something like that.
my approach to the slackerdom undercurrent of the undergraduate subculture at the university of alberta is to beat it out of you. you can relax when you retire or when you’re dead. you’ll thank me when you’re sixty-five and have children of your own.

- bracken, on wednesday.
barakah, the kitten [...]

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metaconfession

(completed, now. it is uber-long because the post has been coming for months. and i now feel kind of ashamed for writing so much about myself. but.)
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this story has to begin with words. not with langue or parole but with words, actual words, in all their messy, glorious, recalcitrant and compliant materiality, and with their [...]

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keep moving

in first semester last year i was taking microeconomics, semiotics&discourse analysis, phil of religion, existentialism, and introductory french. i was also working part-time at a mushroom farm, taking editing jobs, quite involved in the MSA and a couple of social justice/activist groups, teaching at a sunday school, trying to read on my own and maintain [...]

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