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Category: Nothings

  • Under Capricorn

    January 6, 2025

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    “Lupe, you have a son?” Read more

  • Your Memory Is Not My Memory

    January 1, 2025

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    Blink and you’ll miss the moment Saint Laurent’s titular protagonist gives the only moment of historical contextualizing on which so many biopics are built. Saint Laurent reminisces on his mother’s parties, “and their dresses, so 1940s,” and in that fragment gives the audience all we’ll receive of the history behind Saint Laurent’s “Hommage aux Annees Read more

  • Screaming Headless Torsos

    December 29, 2024

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    According to legend, it was a rose which foretold Rainer Maria Rilke’s death. Read more

  • Nobody Else Around

    December 26, 2024

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    After the war he worked with Teller. They detonated bombs capable of reducing fairly large parcels of the known world to uninhabitable rubble. Everybody hated Teller and they hated my father. Too bad. I dont know what to tell you about his sleep. I never slept either. And I didnt bomb anybody. Read more

  • The First Noel

    December 25, 2024

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    It had snowed lightly in the night and her frozen hair was gold and crystalline and her eyes were frozen cold and hard as stones. One of her yellow boots had fallen off and stood in the snow beneath her. The shape of her coat lay dusted in the snow where she’d dropped it and Read more

  • A Human Yo-Yo Gets to an Apocheir

    December 24, 2024

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    Christmas Eve, 1955, Benny Profane, wearing black Levi’s, suede jacket, sneakers and big cowboy hat, happened to pass through Norfolk, Virginia. Given to sentimental impulses, he thought he’d look in on the Sailor’s Grave, his old tin can’s tavern on East Main Street. He got there by way of the Arcade, at the East Main Read more

  • Worth a Look

    December 21, 2024

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    It was the morning of December 21, 1931. Sandusky was sixty miles away, and he slept through most of the ride, not waking until the bus reached the terminal two and a half hours later. He had just over three hundred dollars in his pocket: the two hundred fifty from Meers, another fifty he had Read more

  • Contingent

    December 16, 2024

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    That for six thousand years — and no one knows how many millions of ages before — the great whales should have been spouting all over the sea, and sprinkling and mistifying the gardens of the deep, as with so many sprinkling or mistifying pots; and that for some centuries back, thousands of hunters should Read more

  • Meticulous Preparations

    December 12, 2024

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    By noon on the twelfth of December the builders of the fort had completed their last meticulous preparations (and Roger had patted every inch of the ramparts to make sure that he could trust them to parade Parker’s standard along), but they did not actually cross the frontier until the thirty-first of January. Operations were Read more

  • Holiday Overture

    December 11, 2024

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    Happy birthday to Elliott Carter, who would have turned 116 today! Read more

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Thought:

“I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that’s my one fear: that everything has happened; nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again… the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.”

J. G. Ballard | RE/Search #8/9, 1984

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