January 2011
15 posts
“Cindy Eagan, at Little, Brown Books for Young Readers, bought North American...”
– Publishers Weekly (via warmgun)
That last post was symptomatic of the inevitable encounter with the Levinasian il y a that I experience after exceptionally long bouts with wakefulness.
I think my strangely anamnetic (Platonic sense, not the liturgical sense, though that would be an interesting thread to pull) reading is to blame.
Any surface is a mirror if you’ll give it a chance
“Two book reports having dialectical sex with one another?”
– Erin and I are trying to decipher a rather opaque midterm prompt.
Literal New Yorker Cartoon Caption
themonkeysyouordered:
Sorry this piano doesn’t sound very good — it’s filled with water and dead fish.
Cat Summoned for Jury Duty →
This is probably the best story I’ve ever read.
I already have to delete stuff off of my Kindle to make room for more class material.
I hate my life.
Working Thesis Titles
“I hope you’re coming for me; the top is lonely”
“Glitter Wonderland in the No-No Zone”
“I’m fucking fabulous and I was born this way”
“Unorthodox Unorthodoxy and Mina Loy”
“That one poem about hymens and stuff”
“Mina Loy - no, not the birdlike abortions poem. Sick”
“Please help me”
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“Are roman numerals considered words?”
– My friends text me the weirdest questions 