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High and Low on Politics and Culture (currently obsessed with Obama). Posts by Wes :. June 27, 2008. Poetry Friday: Alexander Pope and The Great Chain of Being. June 25, 2008. Nader and Ferraro: Left-Wing Racism and Right-Wing Feminism. June 24, 2008. The McEwan Delusion: The Pseudo-Threat of Islamism. June 21, 2008. The Constitution and Obama’s Dissaopinting Stand on FISA. June 20, 2008. Obama and Public Financing — A Response to Stuart Roy. June 17, 2008. Media Fairness and Hillary. May 29, 2008. Get e...
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Fanatical Floods: July 2008
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WARNING: My blog is only one dimension, whereas I am three. Experimenting with Creative Nonfiction. View my complete profile. Ode to Jenny Lewis. Ocean breathes salty, wont you carry it in, in y. Monday, July 28, 2008. I can hear their laughing on the other side of the glass. Yes, I feel envy, but also disdain. But I brush both feelings off and scan myself for deeper thoughts. I can write about my feelings all day long. It's feeling them that gets me. Saturday, July 19, 2008. My Aunt Rea's hardness is mo...
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Fanatical Floods: June 2008
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WARNING: My blog is only one dimension, whereas I am three. Experimenting with Creative Nonfiction. View my complete profile. It Is What It Is. Internal Battles, Part 3: Meanwhiling Away. Saturday, June 21, 2008. It Is What It Is". What is it with this phrase? And what do they think they mean when they say it anyway? Are they saying "let it go" or "that's life" or "get over it" or "nothing makes any sense"? Are they trying to be existential or pragmatic? Oh well, it is what it is. Well, it is what it is.
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Fanatical Floods: April 2009
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WARNING: My blog is only one dimension, whereas I am three. Experimenting with Creative Nonfiction. View my complete profile. If you asked me whats the point, I wouldnt answe. Monday, April 6, 2009. If you asked me what's the point, I wouldn't answer. He just called to say I told you so. We only meet on your terms. I remembered yesterday what it was like to share things with someone. It gives off this tingling warm feeling in my chest like radiation. It simulates the feeling of the womb.
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Fanatical Floods: September 2008
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WARNING: My blog is only one dimension, whereas I am three. Experimenting with Creative Nonfiction. View my complete profile. Awoken by a dream at 8:30am. It Rained Last Night. Monday, September 29, 2008. Awoken by a dream at 8:30am. They enter the city by gliding the boat ashore, using the momentum they had gained from the water. As they skid to a stop, they take in the city. They find it strange how much it resembles there home, though it's so different. 160;He's been dead for days.". Funny, many peo...
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Fanatical Floods: May 2008
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WARNING: My blog is only one dimension, whereas I am three. Experimenting with Creative Nonfiction. View my complete profile. Internal Battles, Part 2. Internal Battles, Part 1. Friday, May 30, 2008. So I have a hard time accepting nurturing from others. Don't you know that I wasn't breast-fed? I saw a black man with white hands and white eyes on the train to work. Thursday, May 29, 2008. Internal Battles, Part 2. My half-Jewish, half- Swedish. I didn't even knew they existed. I had a few encounters.
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Fanatical Floods: July 2009
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WARNING: My blog is only one dimension, whereas I am three. Experimenting with Creative Nonfiction. View my complete profile. Thats What They Say. Friday, July 17, 2009. That's What They Say. Sometimes, when I don’t want to leave the house, I let my dog out the back unattended. Last night, she pooped in the walk way, off to one side. Over the next six weeks, I watched her feces decompose, running through every stage to total re-immersion into the earth. I was lying just then, but I thought it’d mak...
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Fanatical Floods: A Lesson
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WARNING: My blog is only one dimension, whereas I am three. Experimenting with Creative Nonfiction. View my complete profile. Sunday, May 3, 2009. 8220;Here, do you want me to do it? 8221; She rests her pinky on my cheek firmly, and I close my eyes. I think of her with a Styrofoam headdress and a close-lipped smile. It was for her low self-esteem my mother had told me. I was shocked. Where had that gold dress come from? I wonder if they really taught her these things at modeling school. She liked to ...
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Fanatical Floods: May 2009
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WARNING: My blog is only one dimension, whereas I am three. Experimenting with Creative Nonfiction. View my complete profile. Sunday, May 10, 2009. He would kiss my eyelids to wake me up in the morning. There would be silence in sadness and happiness. He would hold my head below his, but also above. There would be pride and encouragement, not envy and depreciation. I would smile when his back is turned. He would think a lot, but say only the unimportant things. Sunday, May 3, 2009. She drops the brush in...
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Fanatical Floods: January 2009
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WARNING: My blog is only one dimension, whereas I am three. Experimenting with Creative Nonfiction. View my complete profile. To My Unrequited Love. Ill trade you a harmless devil for an innocent. Saturday, January 31, 2009. To My Unrequited Love. They said it was fear, but I know it was pride. Wednesday, January 28, 2009. My hand cracking the icy shell through to the powder beneath. The blood stains on the sidewalk of a faraway place. The 4x6 photo of my twin nieces with its thick black frame. Frozen he...
