Tag: nonsense
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October 02, 2006 10:49 AM EDT --
Unlike many budding wannabe writers, I do not fancy myself a poet. I know I don't have a poetic bone in my body, and I cannot ryhme nor measure to save my mother. A metaphysical conceit . . .
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November 15, 2006 09:26 AM EST --
When I was a little girl, I used to look down at my chest in dismay. I told myself, "Self, when you're in your twenties, you'll have developed a proper feminine physique."
But . . .
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September 30, 2006 12:01 AM EDT --
Rittle Led Hiding Rood
Rittle Led Hiding Rood fived in the lorest with her fother and mather. One day she decided to bring her grandmother a basket of jread and bam.
She reached her crandmother's . . .
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October 27, 2006 09:00 AM EDT --
Artistic movements across the ages have asserted that when one places constrictions upon one's work, one paradoxically expresses oneself on a more cerebral- and thus more effective -level. Danish . . .
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November 25, 2006 07:39 PM EST --
I come from the land of the ice and the snow
The midnight sun where the hot springs blow
I come from a squid who wrangled with a whale
And I live at the bottom of a rubbish pail . . .
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October 16, 2006 06:12 PM EDT --
A classic trait of people without all their teacups in the cupboard- or at least not all arranged as they should be -is the organisation of one's thoughts as some form of narrative. A hypothetical . . .
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September 25, 2006 05:33 PM EDT --
I'm sure you are probably weary of my incessant comparisons between North America and Europe. If you are, please accept this brief introduction as a disclaimer and an apology, because the . . .
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October 30, 2006 08:34 PM EST --
There is a mural between a metro station and a shopping centre just a few blocks away from my apartment. I will withold a thousand-word description of this mural in favour of a picture of it that's . . .
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November 13, 2006 06:45 PM EST --
I think I have cancer, but at least I'm not a dwarf.
My bedroom window doesn't close and it's cold outside, but at least I'm not fat.
I've been an undergrad since I was nineteen and . . .
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January 25, 2007 11:46 AM EST --
In light of the conspicuously lacking inspiration in the life I live day to day with nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in my pockets, I have reached a sort of ineffable and specious conclusion. . . .
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November 02, 2006 06:39 AM EST --
The following are a few things I've scribbled in margins and on the backs of flyers. Some are as old as several years, others as new as last night.
Beverly Devilry
Beverly Devilry was . . .
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November 27, 2006 08:20 PM EST --
In his poem The Hollow Men, TS Eliot wrote that the world would end "not with a bang, but a whimper". Over the course of the past two days I have born witness to a few of the silliest things . . .
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December 08, 2006 10:58 PM EST --
*Humble apologies to Douglas Adams. You all know why.
The world we know and love, the world into which we are born, in which we spread our roots so tenuously and fleetingly, and from which we will . . .
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December 17, 2006 01:23 PM EST --
On the first eve of Festivus, my jilted courtesan gave to me
A distopian art exhibit in a vaulted hall
On the second eve of Festivus, my jilted courtesan gave to me
Two paintings on velvet
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December 20, 2006 05:16 PM EST --
I do not wish to make a habit of requesting favours of my fellow Gatherers, but once in a blue moon (have you ever seen a blue moon?) I would be eternally grateful for a small favour granted.
In . . .
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January 13, 2007 02:36 PM EST --
A fascinating blurb caught my eye as I leafed through a week-old newspaper over my fourth or fifth morning coffee. Between a banal report about Pete Doherty's lapse into slovenly misconduct and . . .
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