The oddness of naming, of putting names to things—has this ever been addressed?
Ellison Malmo, The Hermeneutics of Leveling.
Insanity: the absolute and continuous absence of doubt, or the unending presence of doubt.
Callista Ralph, Alphabet Soup.
A chain of accidents is still a chain. It is still—and inexorably—a structure.
Benjamin Alexis, Thriving Under the Influence.
I believe, therefore I am.
Tuc d’Audubert, Into the Swirling World.
All old photographs are haunting, especially the black-and-white. Just hold one in your hands and look.
Jason K. Broadus, The Ice of My Dreams.
grime of passion
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
If the work is angry—that is, if the work is in some way displaying anger—then there must be a war going on somewhere to which the artist is responding.
Hamilton Howlisch, A New Coat of Paint.
It might just be the case that matter is created. But we could never create space.
Mirri Alfassa, How I Lost My Coat, and Other Narratives.
It’s not that Ellen wouldn’t part with her assumptions, it’s that she could not locate them.
Brock Keefle, Truthful Tom.
The poet got it wrong. Humankind can’t bear any reality. That’s why theory abounds.
Chalmers van Nest, The Trivial Quadrivium.
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