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I keep getting itchy blisters on the arch of my foot. I read Alison Bechdel’s Are You my Mother? for Mother’s Day. Started it Sunday in the pool, finished it today in a storm. It reminded me–tangentially, because of how it uses Adrienne Rich and Woolf—of how much of what we write about television has been written before—about books,[…]

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meeting and deciding the outcome with their swords ***** turnus ran to the city walls through the broken ranks (where the soil was most drenched with blood) ***** hearing the name of turnus, aeneas left the walls and exultant with delight clashed her weapons fiercely vast as old apennine himself when he roars through the[…]

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#433rds Day 11

(See a description of the #433rds project here.) April 11 Little Miss Spider Muffet An idiot day, mostly, noir with deep shadows and Pepi curled into my butt, but! Progress! The mental judo it takes to get oneself to do a thing. Sometimes the lovely book-miracles happen. Today in the tub, it was Jane Tompkins on[…]

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#433rds Day 10

(See a description of the #433rds project here.) April 10 programmed to receive Our handyman likes to call the toilet “the commode,” and it makes me happy every time he does it. He lies a lot: about when he’s coming back, about how much things cost, about being sick. (Heart attack one week, cancer another–he doesn’t do[…]

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#433rds Day 9

(See a description of the #433rds project here.) April 9 somnia A nut and bot walk into a bar. The nut says, “hey, yew,” and the bot turns into an iron chicken. I slept for all but three hours today–the only exon in a day of junk DNA. Sugar hours, underwater mindjuice with tedious neverending storylines. I pried my[…]

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#433rds Day 8

(See a description of the #433rds project here.) April 8 dulcie! The model plane has skinny-man wings. They wouldn’t lift. If it were a man, its shirt would be squalid, dumpy as Eve Harrington’s hat. No guns there, maybe a feeble cropdust. I miss fraternizing with women who sew with bone. There’s nothing like beading, honing your sparkle, threading the tidy slight.

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#433rds Day 7

(See a description of the #433rds project here.) April 7 unarm A new study suggests our brains conform to certain identical patterns of activity when we watch movies. It’s a cuff of a fact, starched independent of hand or sleeve. Oscar Pistorius wept in court today and in photos you can see the veins of his straining neck as[…]

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#433rds Day 6

(See a description of the #433rds project here.) April 6 focus stacking Back in the cycle of slime. Flash! Oh love, I’ve been avoidant. I’ve watched flash videos, completed flash courses, read about bouncing light off walls. Marooned myself on a guilt fort with a flash moat. Think Castle Crystalskull. When you fret about a mote[…]