to describe this love
is nothing more
than naming
than naming
the things
it is not.
it is not.
Monday, November 16, 2009
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throwing art into the void
- circles... all the way down
- This venue serves as both medium and laboratory, an attempt to examine the shape of nostalgia and experiment with the contours of memory.
concentric circles
whatcha lookin' for?
"time is a scam"
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- the home stretch
- [his] mother's Buddha
- biscuits, Leo Frank, and Thanksgiving
- first thoughts on Wong Kar Wai's seventh film
- walking in the park at night
- never say "never" on a Saturday morning
- Friday night weirdness
- free chairs, Twilight and dusk on a cloudless Thur...
- Wednesday discussion of rites of passage and post-...
- delayed reactions on a Tuesday in November
- dreaming of Rumi on a cloudy Monday afternoon
- untitled homage to Sunday matinées
- dots v. lines
- triskaidekadelphia
- choosing the right word
- "toasties," pumpkin soup and reincarnation
- Fort Hood, Malcolm X and chickens
- kale: cabbage without a cause
- Thelma, Louise and me
- that's what she said
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