February 2012
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Poetry is made in bed like love,” André Breton wrote in one of his surrealist...
– Charles Simic, My Secret (via nybooks
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January 2012
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December 2011
8 posts
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CHRISTMAS: Celebrating an unmarried teenage mom giving birth in a stable, to a...
– from a post by Oshan Anand
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Saying Your Names
Chemical names, bird names, names of fire and flight and snow, baby names, paint names, delicate names like bones in the body, Rumplestiltskin names that are always changing, names that no one’s ever able to figure out. Names of spells and names of hexes, names cursed quietly under the breath, or called out loudly to fill the yard, calling you inside again, calling you home. Nicknames and pet...
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Mark Twain tried to swallow an entire planet’s imperialistic, selfish...
– from Robbie Q. Telfer’s poem “Clowns” in Spiking the Sucker Punch
November 2011
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Excellent common sense explanation of the causes... →
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October 2011
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September 2011
2 posts
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God Calls Press Conference →
“I don’t care how holy somebody claims to be,” God said. “If a person tells you it’s My will that they kill someone, they’re wrong. Got it?”
August 2011
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July 2011
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June 2011
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Changing the Role of Fatherhood by Christopher... →
From this weekend’s Globe & Mail. This is one of the first articles on masculinity I’ve read by a male author, and also one of the first articles I’ve seen that challenges the perceived crisis in masculinity, pointing out that many of the changes that are happening are positive, for men, for families, for everyone.
May 2011
5 posts
Two churches located across the street from each...
…Do the Presbyterians think Rocks are animals?
To me, no man is himself, he is the sum of his past. There is no such thing...
– William Faulkner (via awritersruminations)
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April 2011
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March 2011
4 posts
A New Poet →
Finding a new poet
is like finding a new wildflower
out in the woods. You don’t see
its name in the flower books, and
nobody you tell believes
in its odd color or the way
its leaves grow in splayed rows
down the whole length of the page. In fact
the very page smells of spilled
red…
Books are frozen voices, in the same way that musical scores are frozen music....
– Margaret Atwood (via austinkleon)
February 2011
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Writing is a constant striving after a deeper understanding. That is pretty...
– V. S. Naipaul (via theparisreview)
January 2011
14 posts
Great resource for thoughts on masculinity →