the sense that the respite Godallah gives us all draws to a close inducing a determination laced with quiet. “i have to”. there are no other paths. i cannot let the they (they-for and they-in, me) cover. jonah had no choice but to return, and return he did. it is not in itself a matter [...]
Archive for January, 2008
matthew 5:45
Posted in living, narcissism past and present on January 26, 2008 | 1 Comment »
com-mutation
Posted in encounters and dialogues on January 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
on the bus the other morning i sat next to two girls talking about their mormon friends. they “played a joke” on onesuch, telling him that the drink he had been enjoying and which he took to be punch had actually been spiked with alcohol. and he went “crazy”, spitting into the sink, trying to [...]
for lack of a better
Posted in academese on January 9, 2008 | 2 Comments »
in the first week the(/we?) theoryheads jostle for position. straining at the bit. the most outrageous namedropping happens in this week with the need to locate oneself.
have realized it is not a coincidence that i enjoy my history and english classes more than the strictly theory classes. but this is not a realization i could [...]
work
Posted in living on January 6, 2008 | 9 Comments »
and today, my hair caught fire.
karma works quicker than you think.
credo ut intelligam
Posted in islam, narcissism past and present, polemica on January 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
i used to think restoring measures existed. somewhere between catharsis and redemption, a saving grace would descend from on high and transport me toward light. less a latter-day rapture than the simple effects of staking a claim in the wilderness, clearing a homestead. erasing the pastoral to attempt a life with crimson geraniums in window-boxes [...]
doorsteps of those armies
Posted in narcissism past and present, polemica on January 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
everything i write i have written before and so become broken speech, halted time, feedback loop and caught ellipse, trying and again to put into words the fragments i cradle. themes surfacing, rising to the light. a half-light: neither night nor day, neither dusk nor dawn, light pushed across, and drawn through, and nourished between [...]