December 2010
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Dec 31st
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ListenAfter the Storm - Mumford & Sons
Dec 30th
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Dec 29th
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Wave, Joanna Goodman →
Tell the truth: no key appeared in your mouth, no sound like mum, which wouldn’t help anyway. Give me a word to get through the night. Something spontaneous, fluid: see the hand’s unintended imprint on the shore, fireworks dissolving into the black sky— Try now. Ripple. Yes. Put the two of us in a boat on the gray river; keep rowing in a circle while on the hazy banks clumps of grass swarm...
Dec 29th
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Wave, Joanna Goodman →
Tell the truth: no key appeared in your mouth, no sound like mum, which wouldn’t help anyway. Give me a word to get through the night. Something spontaneous, fluid: see the hand’s unintended imprint on the shore, fireworks dissolving into the black sky— Try now. Ripple. Yes. Put the two of us in a boat on the gray river; keep rowing in a circle while on the hazy banks clumps of grass swarm...
Dec 29th
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Across a Great Wilderness Without You, Keetje... →
The deer come out in the evening. God bless them for not judging me, I’m drunk. I stand on the porch in my bathrobe and make strange noises at them— language, if language can be a kind of crying. The tin cans scattered in the meadow glow, each bullet hole suffused with moon, like the platinum thread beyond them where the river runs the length of the valley. That’s where the fish are. Tomorrow...
Dec 28th
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Dec 28th
Across a Great Wilderness Without You, Keetje... →
The deer come out in the evening. God bless them for not judging me, I’m drunk. I stand on the porch in my bathrobe and make strange noises at them— language, if language can be a kind of crying. The tin cans scattered in the meadow glow, each bullet hole suffused with moon, like the platinum thread beyond them where the river runs the length of the valley. That’s where the fish are. Tomorrow...
Dec 28th
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“To perceive Christmas through its wrappings becomes more difficult with every...”
– E. B. White (via libraryland)
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“Lloyd is angry in the way men are when their wives remind them daily how they...”
– a bright wall in a dark room.: Christmas Week: The Ref (1994) I promise I didn’t mean to give you two heavy-boots Christmas posts in a row, but what can you do? Here is my essay on The Ref. Later we can reblog the old National Lampoon’s Vacation essay from last year and wash all...
Dec 24th
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“But I never quite know, without being told directly, whether someone wants me...”
– My friend Amber is breaking my heart lately. Go read her - she’s putting up some of her best stuff ever, lucky you.
Dec 21st
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“Very few among us can relate to someone who is actually living out their dreams,...”
– a bright wall in a dark room.: Christmas Week: It’s a Wonderful Life (1946) Chad writes a pause-and-thought-inducing essay on our ripple prints and coping with life and the joy in it all. Now I need to go watch It’s a Wonderful Life all the way through for the First Time Ever. Because...
Dec 21st
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