octobre 2010
7 billets
Marvel.
Wow. It is a quarter past six and I’m in London for the first time in over a year, and I’m in bed reading a book. Really, life? Really?
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Rhabdoviridae
The fight on the far downs
Where the other dog’s eyetooth caught your flank in a neat puncture
And then the eternity of waiting:
Worrying bones or fetching ptarmigan, birdshot-full,
Satiated by the heavy patter of your feet over grass
To this moment’s,
Virulent spirochetes defending your small existence from
These joys-
With rolling eye,
And foaming breath.
(A small...
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Paper Tigers
Sometimes I go back through things I have written and I think it was not entirely terrible. I feel kind of proud I did not write A Terrible Thing, and I try not to flash it around. This was written around this time about four years ago. It was a letter. Now it is not.
“How can I know? All I do know for certain is that I had something happy and exciting to tell you- and on just one side of...