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Because every language is ultimately your own. March 30, 2006. The Meaning of Candy. Over the past week I've spent a lot of time making a real story out of "Porcelain." I refuse to post it, though, as I realize that the character I later write of quite loathingly is basically my ideal vision of myself. Freaky! I'd like a Kit Kat." Seems like a rather simple statement doesn't it? Apparently, it demands a response: "what flavor Kit Kat do you want? What do you mean, 'what flavor? Get me a fucking Kit Kat!
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Because every language is ultimately your own. May 29, 2006. I begin this post with a picture of a toilet, not because everything I do is scatological (hehe, poop, funny) but because I think it properly sets the stage for what I'm about to discuss. Those who know me are well aware by now that I study poetry, perhaps even do so for a living (ha! Ie you guys, the US), that a reporter from the world renowned New York Times saw fit to write a piece about it. Maybe each poet would compose verse spontaneously ...
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Because every language is ultimately your own. December 30, 2005. Not Exactly a Looker. So, I've been working on a translation of a book of poems by the modern. Poet Tawara Machi (that's Machi Tawara for you Western types), namely her third volume the. Prime Minister Jun'ichiro Koizumi (pictured seated at left) joined her once on the semi-regular show she used to have on NHK. When commenting on her. And the key word here is. Tokyo, where I fall asleep arms wrapped around. December 29, 2005. Yes, indeed, ...
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Because every language is ultimately your own. June 29, 2006. And my notebooks are no better; sometimes I get so caught up in my digressions that I wind up in places from which there is seemingly no escape:. Pail whether awake or you snooze, either is suited to 'cademy blues. and if you lose what you had in Nantucket, remember, at least, to learn when you fail.". And the word games ended up with me writing. Never wonder why a lonel[ly] spider tears her - weaving -. Elaborate maps of indigenous fruit flies.
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Because every language is ultimately your own. July 26, 2006. The word company- and incidentally all of it's etymological cousins- is pretty easy to break down: con - with, pan - bread, which is to say company is the people you break bread with. In its original Latin usage, it referred to the first subvision of an army, who all ate together, a usage that is to this day preserved in military terminology. Scholars of Homeric literature always assume that the strong bonds between men in the Iliad. There's r...
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Because every language is ultimately your own. October 21, 2006. The closest I come to a PROSPECTUS. This little ditty goes out to Sharon, who is probably more than a little pissed at me for disappearing from AA without much of a trace and who, to her credit, is the only person to have yet to recommend me a read I haven't enjoyed. To my mind the most interesting thing ever said of a poem of Emily Dickinson’s is actually quite prosaic; Franklin, from the Variorum. Transcript by Jay Leyda, Harvard). Two th...
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Because every language is ultimately your own. August 15, 2006. Japan, from here on out (Nihon no, kore kara). From one of my favorite Japanese political cartoonists (though a bit too traditionalist for my tastes) who goes by the pen name High Moon. The left bubble reads, "country that makes things," and the right bubble, "country that makes trash." The question bottom left asks in a Chinese-ish way (meaning it would make sense, sort of, in the language of our favorite savage), "division of roles? I look...
