Category: articles
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Fix A.I. Art — a petition
If we can teach college freshman to cite their sources, why can’t we fix A.I. art generators so that they do the same? The way that creators of A.I. art generators and the way that artists both talk about A.I. art generators is wrong. And the proof emerges in calculators. Does a calculator own the…
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Pádraig Ó Tuama Holds Me in the Bed of the Poem
Pádraig Ó Tuama tells me the person is prayed into being by the direction of the light. At least, I think he says this, but I’m distracted by the soft breath of H that he pushes out from the click of his tongue while we bake scones in the house of the poem, while we…
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Borrowed Time
Come sit with me, granddaughter of mine. I want to tell you a story about when I was a young man living in Connecticut in the fifties. As all good stories start, this one begins with once upon a time, but really, it was once upon two times. When I was in my twenties, television…
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Experiments in Time and Place
I wake up as a hair. I wake up as a tree frog. I wake up as a vintage postcard. I wake up as underpants. My waistband is too tight for her—I dig into her hips. I sit in the washing machine all day and all night. I prefer being on than being off.…
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Eulogy for Steve Schaubert
My father, Steve Schaubert, died last week of hairy cell leukemia developed by Monsanto’s Roundup, COVID in his immuno-compromised state, and renal failure brought on by Gilead’s remdesivir. His obituary is here. I performed the eulogy for Steve Schaubert at Ed Rankin Funeral home. The audio is below, first in English and then in Spanish…
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Sitting at the Feet of a Good Neighbor
Dean and Tammy Balu lived in their house starting in 1986 and for five to ten years, Dean took care of his own yard and cut his grass — the line between his yard and his neighbor’s yard, even though there was only four feet between that line and his driveway. Two extra laps of…
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The Year We Became Stars
The satellite photos of cities at night let us believe human hubs are neurons – firing, sparking, all the lights melting into a honey broth the way people won’t quite flow into a solution, suspended equally as walls dissolve. From far away the seaboard bleeds, pumping. Can astronauts hear our whoosh, stethoscopes pressed…
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But Did You Do Your Part?
unintended, not unexpected / in the deep woods, a pretty little girl / wandered / & when she saw / the fire, she leapt to action / no hesitation / she knew little of fire / O yes it must be dangerous / best controlled by smothering / she decided / she ran towards it…
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On the Spirit of a Racehorse
Twenty thoroughbreds line up at the starting gate of the Kentucky Derby, stamping with impatience, leaning forward pulling the bits out of their mouths, unwilling to yield their heads to their jockeys. The two and three year colts and fillies, since the moment they were weaned and introduced to the saddle’s girth squeezing…
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In Grief, In Beauty, Intention
My own body has been trying to get me to understand, telegraphs dots and dashes, down, there – clench of kegel, of sphincter: yes yes yes – Noooo. Noooo. Noooo. Yes yes yes – help, I swoon, help, I wander over to vomit, in the dark when I am as close to alone as one…
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Pantoum for the Tension
a cento the arc of every origin story and account of how we came to be is rife with tension between chaos and order maps in space and time that we are continually improving what is there and seen but also what is there and unseen rife with tension between chaos and order all visible…
