Category: Entertainment
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Crab
A foam washed wreckage to shore breath-bubbles pop in the thin light Early beachcomber fights the gulls for a freshly delivered treasure The minute before dawn you grab it’s back Carry it to your kitchen for a slow boil With a crack a glut of juices spill out Lips suck at the muscle and warm…
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My Telescope
I set my telescope to view what could not be viewed, the blackness of space. I corrected for the billions of years of differentials and began my search for what was. I wanted to find the remnants of a planet in orbit of a star that went super nova. My calculations indicated that by the…
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worst of all
The worst of all passes me byLike an actor memorizingA long-forgotten role I go backLearning my entire life by heartAs to not embarrass myself when I introduceMyself to me The worst of all passesme byAs if it were aiming for someoneElse.It will noticeIts mistake.And come back Translated from Hebrew by Natalie Feinstein
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Times Square Heatwave Noon
Put on your flip-flops.The sky is broken. You’ll get hurt.The kid doesn’t get brokenMetaphors. He’ll get hurt.The cut will get infected. HeWill turn into a guru on fifth.Or into a handicap.Whichever comes first.Meanwhile celestial angelsAre trampled on with earthly bootsTrying to pick up the piecesAmidst the throngs of feet with their cupsTo go to go…
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Homegrown Daughters
daughters imported from afar and grown in monocultures, like bananas or oranges, start to attract fruit flies in August. real daughters should be grown in a terracotta pot from seed or else they resist root training. my girls are easy-peelers, their pith falls away from the flesh in ribbons. the windowsill overflows with their variegated…
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Blake’s Wilderness
Call it rehumanization that reabsorbs what was separated out. In this reunification the horrific becomes beatific; tygers and lions “sing, they seize the instruments of harmony” (FZ 124.17). Remetamorph, “further up and in,” as C.S. Lewis says in The Last Battle, reads like a salmon migration upstream, out of division into unity and not to…
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Jenny Holzer’s Instagram
At the top of a staircase in the Tate Modern, one of the walls is covered in bright colours and contradictory texts. Jenny Holzer’s Inflammatory Essays (1979-82), plastered across this wall, serves as a sort of introduction to the rooms just along the corridor that house a selection of some of Holzer’s most well-known work.…
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An Interview with Writer Ron Riekki Using the Questions of physicsforums.com’s interview with Astrophysicist Adam Becker
Q: Give us some background on how you got interested in physics and some experiences in youth/school that were formative. RR: I don’t really have “interest” in physics. I mean, there’s gravity and stuff, but I don’t know about them. I mean, not like physicists would know and stuff like that. But in high school,…
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Self Portrait with Modern Man
“In line for a number but you don’t understand.” Arcade Fire act one: we wake once again with opposable thumbsfumble with the pickets and prescriptive linesrearrange the display for passers-bywho are too dumb or too drunk on necessitywe’re given a gift but we’re wasted, so we waste it act two: we look in the mirror…
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Cure for the Common Equation
I swallowed heaping teaspoonsof forgets-where-it-has-beenand stacked little orange bottles fullof does-not-know-where-it-is-goingon the grey marbled kitchen counterfor tomorrow. Neither were expected to have an affecton my current conditionwhich I was certain had no earthy cure.The mind is a well oiled,finely tuned machinedesigned to want to solve for X. Solutions require removing variables.Hence these two.These tooare being…
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Concourse B
I stare down a mirrored polished hallfrom a seat at gate 25 in Concourse B—space that harbors all the emptiness of blank paper.My eyes close around a thought as the mind rewinds.There was a crack in the pavementI tripped on once. The sidewalk goes onand on and we walk side by side or alone. There…
