Somehow, Cleveland has survived, with her gray banner unfurled -- the banner of Archangelsk and Detroit, of Kharkov and Liverpool -- the banner of men and women who would settle the most ignominious parts of the earth, and there, with the hubris born neither of faith nor ideology but biology and longing, bring into the world their whimpering replacements.
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READIN
READIN started out as a place for me
to keep track of what I am reading, and to learn (slowly, slowly)
how to design a web site.
There has been some mission drift
here and there, but in general that's still what it is. Some of
the main things I write about here are
reading books,
listening to (and playing) music, and
watching the movies. Also I write about the
work I do with my hands and with my head; and of course about bringing up Sylvia.
The site is a bit of a work in progress. New features will come on-line now and then; and you will occasionally get error messages in place of the blog, for the forseeable future. Cut me some slack, I'm just doing it for fun! And if you see an error message you think I should know about, please drop me a line. READIN source code is PHP and CSS, and available on request, in case you want to see how it works.
See my reading list for what I'm interested in this year.
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This gap between myself and me
What is it then?
This existential synapse of identity-
What can I do
To bridge it or to broaden it, uncaring?
To deepen my sense of dissociation from self
Estrangement, alienation, dislocation, discomfort, disquiet-
Like a varicolored skein i unravel.
posted evening of October 31st, 2013: 1 response ➳ More posts about Poetry
This is what my next book is going to look like. It consists of poetry prompted by images in Mute Unfolding; the first poem is called "Beginnings" and consists of first lines. These lines are the first lines of the poems in the remainder of the book; and the last poem, "Endings," consists entirely of the last lines of the interior poems strung together.
