What lupinemachinations
operate
(un/seen)
giving us
safe
clean
well-lit
places in the night?
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
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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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- my yin v. Amanda Palmer
- sleep deprivation v. writer's block
- "Do you see what I did there?" (20 April 2007)
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- 12 months ago
- 13 months ago
- 10 things that happened over the weekend
- Technicolor noir (un collage)
- Whitman sleeps tonight (redux and context)
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- A Serious Man
- transcription of dream after reading Ginseberg's I...
- why i love teaching
- Tapasya (one year later)
- in praise of mohawked lesbians
- Battle of Algiers (or Iraq... or Afghanistan...)
- best. sentence. ever.
- redux (31 March 2009)
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- brief writing experiment regarding Memento(s)
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