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Vertigo Crossing: August 2011
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Rhapsodies at the intersections of the Body and Word. Aug 20, 2011. From Deep in the Noise. 8221; and we will answer, “I don’t know what that means”. They will ask, “Are you communists or something? 8221;, and we will answer, “No, I don’t believe in systems.” They will ask, “Are you anarchists, then? 8221; and we’ll have to answer, “Stop playing in labels, they only exist to make you feel better.”. That, of course, is the problem. The idea, as always, ends up serving the idea, and everything else fad...
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Vertigo Crossing: From Deep in the Noise
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Rhapsodies at the intersections of the Body and Word. Aug 20, 2011. From Deep in the Noise. 8221; and we will answer, “I don’t know what that means”. They will ask, “Are you communists or something? 8221;, and we will answer, “No, I don’t believe in systems.” They will ask, “Are you anarchists, then? 8221; and we’ll have to answer, “Stop playing in labels, they only exist to make you feel better.”. That, of course, is the problem. The idea, as always, ends up serving the idea, and everything else fad...
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Vertigo Crossing: March 2010
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Rhapsodies at the intersections of the Body and Word. Mar 14, 2010. Between the 9th and 10th beer on Bukowski's death day. That’s how it is. The tears run down the face. Of the ocean like a mad horse. Tearing loose from it’s rider. Until you’re staring. At nothing at all just the glimpse. Of her face and the hatred. In a pair of eyes. that’s. Nothing, just a frantic. Wailing of simple fools. That didn’t know enough to. Get out of the way when she. Came riding through town. All i wanted to do. And they wo...
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Vertigo Crossing: December 2010
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Rhapsodies at the intersections of the Body and Word. Dec 17, 2010. Only the form of your body. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Mercy batting her eyes while you dance a strip tease with the fireflies. There was an error in this gadget. Only the form of your body. Can Torture Be Reformed Into Acceptable Punishment? The Sacred Dice by Anthony Cristofani. AN APOLOGY FOR ‘DESTINED FOR EACH OTHER’. A Close Reading: Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Season I, Episode VII: Duel of the Droids. Our Name is Ted.
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Vertigo Crossing: February 2011
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Rhapsodies at the intersections of the Body and Word. Feb 1, 2011. I'm a text You're a text. The text is often what traps us; because we cannot see outside it, because stepping outside it is not easy, because stepping outside it will be noticed, because the consequences for defying a text are real, because the consequences for defying a text are serious. I imagine Bob Dylan in the text of Folk Singer. Bob Dylan in the text of Evangelist. Bob Dylan in the text of Sex Symbol. To say something specific....
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Vertigo Crossing: Occupation, Space, Community
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Rhapsodies at the intersections of the Body and Word. Oct 10, 2011. Occupation, Space, Community. What is the difference, if there is any true important difference, between a nomadic tribe on the North American plains, or crossing the Sahara, and a group of people occupying the wasteland of Wall St? This is the beauty of rumination. One realizes how revolutionary it can be just to change ones notion of space. All hail the sacred combination of LSD scholarship. December 6, 2011 at 10:40 PM. Our Name is Ted.
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Vertigo Crossing: June 2011
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Rhapsodies at the intersections of the Body and Word. Jun 12, 2011. Poetry is a sustaining activity. Poetry is a need of those who have little, thus it is given no place in a society of excess. That society of excess, which some said would lead to greater learning, more refined consciousness, or really just everyone listening to Mozart and reading Hegel, has managed to take over and destroy almost everything capable of being subsumed.including, or especially, as the first casualty, most art. Poetry, beca...
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Vertigo Crossing: November 2011
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Rhapsodies at the intersections of the Body and Word. Nov 27, 2011. Occupy Your Own Privilege. Let's dispense with this hard truth right now: all of those complaints, legitimate as they are (for one, like myself, who believes education is a right, and therefore should be free, along with healthcare, at a minimum), are complaints from the position of obscene privilege compared to minorities in this country. No jobs, no university education, stuck living in parents homes, or worse? Occupy Your Own Privilege.
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Vertigo Crossing: August 2010
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Rhapsodies at the intersections of the Body and Word. Aug 1, 2010. Commentary on a poem by Leonard Cohen:. There is no one. To show these poems to. Do not call a friend to witness. What you must do alone. These are my ashes. I do not intend to save you any work. You are not yet as strong as I am. But I do not believe you. You are here to be destroyed. From The Energy of Slaves. 8220;You are not yet as strong as I am” - Simply a statement of fact. Why else turn to these lines? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Vertigo Crossing: September 2010
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Rhapsodies at the intersections of the Body and Word. Sep 22, 2010. If the night would end. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Mercy batting her eyes while you dance a strip tease with the fireflies. There was an error in this gadget. If the night would end. Can Torture Be Reformed Into Acceptable Punishment? The Sacred Dice by Anthony Cristofani. AN APOLOGY FOR ‘DESTINED FOR EACH OTHER’. A Close Reading: Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Season I, Episode VII: Duel of the Droids. Our Name is Ted. Ducks on a Lake.
