EXTIMATE OTHERS
A blog of fragments.


When I’m ashamed, I make a point of reminding myself what
is shame but to have shown — to have let it show — that variety
of love that goes hand in hand with having wished to please
and, in pleasing, for a while belong. So shame can, like love, be
an eventual way through? There’s a minor chord sparrows make
with doves that’s not the usual business — it’s not sad at all, any of it:
this always waiting for what I’ve always waited for; this not being
able to assign to what’s missing some shape, a name; this body
neither antlered nor hooved — brave too, this body, unapologetic ...


                                   -From “Blow It Back” by Carl Phillips
DISPATCHES FROM THE RUINS OF THE PRESENT

Last messages transmitted to whoever is still living in our dying world.



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Of books, poems, and other things.



SELECTED PUBLICATIONS (Under Construction)

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One day the world will be enough