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Oct.02.2012
My contributor's copy of Yukhíha-látuhse (NB:  spelled incorrectly, by me, as I do not have the correct font for the final character) today.  The journal is printed by the Onieda Nation Arts Program.  This issue was prepared to coincide with the 20th Annivesary of Returning the Gift...
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Aug.29.2012
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away lived two men,  Jean-Michel Basquiat and Keith Haring.  They were a part of a group show.  The show was in the process of being put up in an abandoned building in NYC.  Jean-Michel showed up and left some work.  Outside the...
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Aug.13.2012
"For what is most central is the exploration of 'being' to which the text devotes itself, asking the question what remains when everything superfluous is taken away."  (Knowlson on Comment C'est) I found Beckett through his letters.  I was reading a review of the first set and was...
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Aug.12.2012
I've been immersed in the work of the Scum of the Earth for the last several years—reading and listening to the work of artists fleeing persecution by the Nazi.  Artists joined the ranks of other scum:  homos, the infirm, the criminal, the Roma (Romani) and the Jewish.  During this...
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Aug.11.2012
I stumbled on Kundera's writing at the San Francisco Public Library.  My first book was the Curtain.  Like the Poles "I know what it means not to exist." I've lived "the trauma of the Baroque" and witnessed the "mysterious marriage of evil and beauty."  My life and work are concerned...
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Aug.10.2012
Joan Didion led me to Henry James. "He wrote perfect sentences too, but very indirect, very complicated.  Sentences with sinkholes you could drown in them."  (Joan Didion on Henry James)   I read this line in 2006, and began a serious study of James' work in 2008. James is...
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Aug.08.2012
"Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.  In that sense a metaphor is like a life jacket.  And remember, there are life jackets that float and others that sink to the bottom like lead.  Best not to forget it."  (Roberto...
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Aug.07.2012
Appelfeld Cup of Coffee Reward: Treat yourself to an accompaniment with your cup of coffee. Backers choosing this reward will receive an essay about Appelfeld's relationship to this project.
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Aug.07.2012
  Vigil:  "implies watchfulness.  Anyone trying to attain perfection is faced with various obstacles in life which tend to sidetrack him.  Here, therefore, I mean watchfulness against elements that might be destructive—from within or without."  (John Coltrane) I selected...
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Aug.06.2012
The Siege of Libson. The Siege of Leningrad. The Siege of Navajo. "Like any story it can be told in ten words, or a hundred, or a thousand, or never end."  (Saramago, The History of the Siege of Libson)  I am obssessed with the archive.  What resides there?  What is disappeared...
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Aug.05.2012
"The idea has occurred to me that if one wanted to crush, to annihilate a man utterly, to inflict on him the most terrible of punishments so that the most ferocious murderer would shudder at it and dread it beforehand, one need only give him work of an absolutely, completely useless and irrational...
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Aug.04.2012
Gombrowicz arrived in Argentina aboard the Polish cruiser the Chrobry.  War broke out and he decided to stay.  He remained there, in great poverty, till 1963.  Trans-atlantyk was born from this exile. Kundera led me to his work first.  Writing about Ferdydurke, "Will the man...
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Aug.03.2012
For years I've faked reading Austen's work.  Even after my beloved Henry (James) wrote about his love for Austen I couldn't make myself crack her books.  I already was coerced into watching the BBC productions of Pride & Prejudice and Sense & Sensibility more than I wanted. ...
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Aug.03.2012
In 1992 I read Silko's Almanac of the Dead.  While reading I threw the book across the room.  I hated it.  I hated the vile necromancers.  I hated the destroyers.  I hated the medical industry for abusing the dead, the homeless, and those beings who fail to meet their...
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Aug.02.2012
The novelist doesn't give answers. The novelist asks questions.  That is what I do.  This is who I am.  My life is language.  My world stories.    My Grandfather fed the family, saying, "look what my stories grew."  This is an approach to life.  Stories...
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