• Tomorrow was today. This morning I found some of last week’s thoughts. And though we open TONIGHT! and time is a jetplane, I’m still crawling around on hands and feet. So here they are, last weeks thoughts, still fresh:   “A major chance operation crept into the show. Stormed in, I should say, with muddy, bloody, […]

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  • It’s about capitalist self-censorship, and whether or not I can feel it in my kidneys. It’s about having nothing to say and saying it, as if John Cage needed our poetry, too. About our eternal need for snacks to feed the phantom limbs. About rhetorical silence, felt silence. dead silence. Freedom protection. —That won’t sell— […]

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  • Sitting at the window, I repeat to myself: the project is to grapple with my inability to comprehend or speak about my world. From my castle, my ivory tower, my highest, whitest horse, I can read all about it — 87 are dead in Aleppo, 26 in Connecticut— all safely within view, and unreachable.  Next to […]

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