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An archived blog about science & philosophy, by Massimo Pigliucci
research education, academic writing, public engagement, funding, other eccentricities.
Essays & Criticism of Contemporary Poetry and Literary Fiction
teacher, edu-nerd, learner
Storytelling.
Decolonization in Theory & Practice
"La seule vie qui soit passionnante est la vie imaginaire." Virginia Woolf
"As for me I reduce everything to a tumult of words" - Clarice Lispector
“To Sleep…To Dream” is stunning. There is such a cutting urgency in these voices slipping away from each other (and themselves) in oneiric torpor.
Just finished “Fraught.” The beauty of your compound works burns brightest, I think, with “identities of difference of same-in-difference.” I feel a touch of Seamus Heaney in this piece, only because I loved his use of compound words, too. And this line–“believing lies unbelievable”–is that not what we do as readers as well?
thank you jean. seems it is what we do…
Just finished “Outwide.” I loved this… The threads will find their way outwide. This, your last line, where all is taken in. It was…very involved. I could feel and see the atmosphere teetering on the over-ripe with want. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been in such a gallery, and witnessed such a thing between two friends. Or because I’ve been the friend in another time, looking for the escape through words…
I liked it, is what I’m saying. 🙂
Thank you – yeesh – I hadn’t looked at that in years! Feeling it might be time to “clean house” around here 🙂
You won’t take these down, will you?
hrmmmm….i see typos and more! 😦
Oh pish, no one cares about those.