Thursday, October 17, 2013
It has its depressing moments.
— Narrator, The Naked City
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
It’s very difficult to avoid storytelling.
— Paul Muldoon from notes
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.
— Kenneth Koch, "Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams"
Monday, October 14, 2013
That’s exactly the way that I am.
— Trampled By Turtles, “Wait So Long”
Sunday, October 13, 2013
And what of the future?
— Chris Hill, The Note
Saturday, October 12, 2013
You would never find out another way.
— Alicia Cheng
Friday, October 11, 2013
As a shield from the terrible purity of Singer’s vision, I’ll look to the corruption that comes from interconnectedness. To justify my hopes that Singer’s theoretical world – and its entirely logical extensions – won’t become real, I’ll invoke the muck and mess and undeniable reality of disabled lives well lived. That’s the best I can do.
— Harriet McBryde Johnson, “Unspeakable Conversations,” The New York Times
Thursday, October 10, 2013
My kingdom for a sharpie.
— John Hunter
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Waitin’ for the manifest.
— Doc Watson, “Blue Railroad Train”
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
The object doesn’t contain the content.
— Gerardo
Monday, October 7, 2013
You would want to experience them like you would experience a poem.
— David
Sunday, October 6, 2013
It’s so nice to be horizontal.
— Becca
Saturday, October 5, 2013
I kind of felt that I was cheating. And then I was like: I’m not cheating.
— Dana Schultz
Friday, October 4, 2013
You look up and you realize there is this unreal masonry arch over the produce section.
— Nat Oppenheimer
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Cornball jokes down here.
— John Hunter
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
AFOLABE
No man loses his shadow except it is in the night, and even then his shadow is hidden, not lost.
No man loses his shadow except it is in the night, and even then his shadow is hidden, not lost.
— Derek Walcott, “From Omeros”
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
No ideas but in things.
— William Carlos Williams via Paul Muldoon
Monday, September 30, 2013
I’m me.
Me be.
Goddamn.
I am.
Me be.
Goddamn.
I am.
— Weezer, “Undone (The Sweater Song)”
Sunday, September 29, 2013
What brought you to this curious piece of literature?
— Teddy
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Interestingly, it is the mere probability.
— Charles C. Camosy, “Peter Singer and Christian Ethics”