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When we met I told you cinema is a lie. Motion is a lie, light is a lie, voices are lies. You never saw a strip of film and you said you’d never care to. I was fine with that. I said, for every second of film 24 frames pass in front of the light,
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I feel like I have nothing interesting to say anymore. This blog suffers those consequences. But I’ve noticed a similar kind of ebb and flow among other blogs. I’ve been really busy, my mind occupied with the quotidian and the mundane. I don’t feel I get many chances to rest and reflect on writing lately,
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I realized in my new book that all the lost beloveds have names that begin with M: MatthewMadeleineMaribel This was an accident. Except that there are no accidents. There are now 11 pages in the Maribel section. It is composed entirely of false documents, including: an imaginary thesis excerpt, a non-existent interview tapescript, falsified diary
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“It is snowing on earth; the cold wind says Persephone is having sex in hell.Unlike the rest of us, she doesn’t knowwhat winter is, only thatshe is what causes it.” —Louise Glück, Averno I finally started reading the new Glück book last night and found it strange but still pretty wonderful. Glück, always sort of
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We have a chapbook in progress. It is the third section of my next manuscript. It lit itself on fire yesterday and those first drafts, those confusing poems I was writing took shape, took life, took off. I’m excited about this manuscript. It’s unlike anything I’ve written before. It’s a triptych. Matthew Shepard. Vertigo. The
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I want to take a moment to look on the bright side. The bright side is where I spend most of my time. Although I can be a bit of a complainer and I do feel obligated to shed light on inequality, I think it’s now as important as ever to remind myself and others
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