"This volunteering to let one's self be undone--not dissimilar to Judith Butler's notion of precarious life--leads Spahr's figures to a condition in which "they" come to terms with their writing bodies' extension of their political environments."

The example and being of Laura Moriarty helps me think it is possible to survive the vicissitudes of surviving as poets outside academia. Thanks, Laura.

Despite.

Problems are not reducible to their solvable individual components, finally, no matter what the Facebook philosophers say. I-paradox. Generosity of the spirit starts when you address it to your corporeal self. I have a headache the beautiful size and shape of the Weimar cabaret.

One-way colour tunnel

and here i thought

my days of the disco nap were over

"i saw something important i can not remember"

it feels like i'm living in a bed-and-breakfast; but there's no laundry service and no breakfast and weirdly if i go looking for it all my stuff is there

oh february how we adore you and the temperate weeks of early spring you lavish on us every year in northern california

good lord. mobile blogging straight from my pda to the internet? the world as I once hoped to know it is now definitively over. welcome to the on the other hand LE LIVRE as we once hoped to know it! infinitely reducible and mobile, kiss me internet, moue

I've given myself over to thinking energy comes from cereal.