January 2009
3 posts
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Our Unknowable City
This man Paul Auster, in his “New York Trilogy,” has clarified reconstituted those questions which have escaped the elucidation of my diction and thought…
“He had answered the question by asking another question, and therefore everything remained open, unfinished, to be started again.”
-“The Locked Room”
…though perhaps having come close with...
I mistakenly turned my midnight snack into a full on pasta sauce. Which ends up good for me, since it’ll pair well with Ron Howard’s “Frost/Nixon.”
December 2008
5 posts
In the Name of Our Other
The dream goes like this: This woman to my right, in her black wool coat (is it navy?), her black hat, she looks down at my wallet. The billfold, brown, saddle brown, empty slots left and right where credit cards aspire. My two hands peeking out of my coat sleeves, two white doves flapping open the flaps of my possession. I stand, she sitting, middle aged, she my client, my employer - a...