Deja V.U.
It’s nothing at all. White light. I am tired. I am weary. I could sleep 4000 years, a thousand dreams that would await me. Every so often, searching for my mainline, I play The Velvet …
It’s nothing at all. White light. I am tired. I am weary. I could sleep 4000 years, a thousand dreams that would await me. Every so often, searching for my mainline, I play The Velvet …
The plane lands. A pleasant man stamps my passport and customs officials are actually smiling. “Welcome.” I am concerned. People are taking off their shoes and laughing as they put them into those big, gray …
November 2, 2008 Cholula, Puebla — Mexico. About three years ago, Hugh Phillips packed up the office he had established for migrant workers and bade Champaign-Urbana farewell. He made his home in the old, old …
Today, I will be writing a review of Michaelangelo Antonioni’s 1966 film Blow-Up. It will be a meandering discourse as a means of distraction, a way of blurring my own awareness of the daily slough …
I voted. They allowed that this year. You go out to the County Clerk’s office, say, “Mark, I know it’s weeks early, but hit me up,” and they let you do it right now. They …
The only complete Shakespeare play we read at my minuscule high school was the Voldemort of the canon, the one they never name aloud, you know, Macbeth. The Scottish play. The jinxed play. 19th century …