We had to preview Tinker’s performance video project. Chantal’s condo at Forgetful Bay was all dressed up in 20th century modern, original Eames stuff, some Aalto, Risom, some stuff I didn’t recognize except to see that it was in the same ballpark as the stuff I did recognize. Most interesting was that nothing looked like …
His eye dangled. His eye dangled but still he could not get on television where people would love him, admire him, gush and shy—in his mind he could see the yearning expressions of their faces—little girls with silver buttons all down their back – “Well, Jay (Johnny, David, Conan, Wolf, Rachel), I’m really nothing special, …
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At the faculty meeting, people talk about the budget, an out-of-place period on a page of a course that I proposed, and I look down on the table, to the floor. I am wearing my aunt’s shoes, her necklace, her sweater, her perfume. As a colleague starts to talk about assessment, my mind tips back …
Spread on my towel, I try to pretend I am a sponge, that it is raining. The sun on my skin. It’s five pm, and the only thing that feels hot to me now is another breakup. I’m forty-three years old and this one went on for two years before I started voicing disappointment. The …
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We are gods. Our very thoughts could strip the axis from earth’s belly, take continents apart like dismantled puzzles. Humans are a blight, plague of flesh swept through. To serve them is ignorance, casting pearls among swine. May the heavens collapse on them, their fear be the noose that slips around their puny necks. Nature …