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fallen

    reaching for the dawn i suddenly collapseas i feel the carpet pulled from below my feetan unexpected noise woke me yet i imagined myself safeonly to search for balance and find nothing but fresh bruisesmy limbs ripped from their sockets while i lay dazedyet my life somehow extends as i… Read More »fallen

    living in the garden

      when i was a child, i spent a lot of time in a town whose name struck me as odd — paradise. even at the time, i understood this was something like wishful-thinking. it was canada so we’re talking about a frozen wasteland much of the year where staying inside… Read More »living in the garden

      tickling the shogun’s tongue

        when you think of japanese poetry, i suspect the first thing that comes to mind is the haiku — a surprisingly-modern invention in a country with more than a thousand years of formal poetic history. that being said, the haiku and its extended version, the renga, are probably the most… Read More »tickling the shogun’s tongue

        deeper within language

          the difference between art and craft is not form but purpose. art has a single reason to exist, to convey emotion, typically through a search for beauty and meaning. craft has a different one, to be functionally useful in the moment. while much art effectively tells a story and craft… Read More »deeper within language

          fuck school

            there is a problem with modern education. it is neither modern nor does it educate. this, indeed, is an issue for our society. we are creating a future where we can’t possibly do anything but regress to the darkness of our medieval, brutal past because we aren’t just forgetting the… Read More »fuck school