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Shadow Gestalt: His ear was strangely hollow.
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011. His ear was strangely hollow. There's a fascinating case of a missing man - a found man, more precisely - discovered on the beaches near Adelaide, Australia. (full details showing here. The long and skinny (hairy, pointy, meaty) of it is that the man could be a spy, could be a soldier-deserter, could be a vagabond, could be anyone or anything. Who likely enjoyed reading the Rubaiyat. I wonder if the same comment would be made if he had not been a well-kempt Caucasian found.
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Shadow Gestalt: May 2011
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Sunday, May 29, 2011. I live in my pasts. Yesterday. The cafe. I work the espresso machine when The Wrathful Poetess comes in. I try to restrain myself - the customer comes first - but a grin splits my cheeks. She gives me a hug. Later, and I had described my housing situation. She says, "Oh.". She says, "I suppose you could always crash on someone's couch.". I ask, eyebrow raised, "Maybe in someone's bed? She pauses. She laughs. "Yes, I'm sure someone. Would let you into their bed.". Friday, May 27, 2011.
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Shadow Gestalt: 57 Years of Combined Life Experience Trumps 1 Year
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Monday, June 13, 2011. 57 Years of Combined Life Experience Trumps 1 Year. Recently I have discovered that babies are illogical. Galinda and Scientist Joe had a Meeting of Scientists™ to go to last night, and the Animus and I put on our babysitting caps. When an infant is distressed, the following will not. Work to coddle him:. Logical argumentation according to classical formulae. Reading a signed copy of Ann Williams's Down from Cascom Mountain. In a soothing tone. In a dramatic tone. A change in diaper.
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Shadow Gestalt: September 2011
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011. His ear was strangely hollow. There's a fascinating case of a missing man - a found man, more precisely - discovered on the beaches near Adelaide, Australia. (full details showing here. The long and skinny (hairy, pointy, meaty) of it is that the man could be a spy, could be a soldier-deserter, could be a vagabond, could be anyone or anything. Who likely enjoyed reading the Rubaiyat. I wonder if the same comment would be made if he had not been a well-kempt Caucasian found.
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Shadow Gestalt: February 2011
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Sunday, February 27, 2011. The End of Art? Two hours later, he announces that his work is done. I am extremely pleased, as the piano has not been tuned for a couple of years, and was sounding a bit wobbly. I am a bit pissed off by this. I play her the piano all the time and she has never once stood transfixed or spellbound or with a broad beaming smile. He has probably slipped her some sweets or something. I wait for him to finish and then show him out the door. And for the end of time. Hey, hey, without...
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Shadow Gestalt: A Man's Garden is his Panopticon
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Friday, July 15, 2011. A Man's Garden is his Panopticon. A post promised to The Wrathful Poetess. I write myself into narratives of paternity and dependence, of piquant sorrow and solvent despair, of silences and sunflowers. The cucumbers are restless. And the tomatoes bloom. I think next year I'll hand-sculpt a trellis for some grapes to vine. July 15, 2011 at 2:46 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). These are collected thoughts, impressions, sketches, anecdotes, and their ilk. Get an Additional Dose.
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Shadow Gestalt: "Celestial Vengeance is approaching."
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Sunday, September 11, 2011. Celestial Vengeance is approaching.". There was a family on the beach. I walked by them to an isolated rock on the jetty, and lay down, and turned off my iPod to listen to the waves, to think. They began to shout and whistle. A little girl came near me and started shouting, "Hey Dad! He was swimming away from shore, near the buoys, towards the riptide and the rocks and the ocean. He can't hear you," said the mother. "The high pitch of my whistle might be audible, but.". I woul...
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Shadow Gestalt: I remember we were driving, driving in your car.
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Saturday, September 10, 2011. I remember we were driving, driving in your car. A year ago, when The Animus wasn't yet The Animus, but still an independent woman, I had gone out of town to sit at a roundtable discussion in DC for Dr. Faustus and all his friends. I came back on a late flight, forgot half of my things at my parents', doubled home, set out still later. I might have been speeding along the major route numbers. I thought I was going with the flow of traffic.". Why are you out so late? His ear ...
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Shadow Gestalt: Meanwhile, a tabby cat stalks chipmunks in the backyard.
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Thursday, June 30, 2011. Meanwhile, a tabby cat stalks chipmunks in the backyard. A moment in an argument last night. He says,. I don't want to be analyzed right now. I just want to say how it is. I have, since, realized that I have no need of the previous manifestoeses with which I've sometimes populated this space. Rather, a simple tenet that has been informing all of them - the categorical refusal to accept anything without analysis, to allow it to be "how it is.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
