Friday, September 21, 2001

Remora
I was going to post a long bit about the politics of tears tonight -- but alas, I have to finish this article for the Statesman early tomorrow, so I have swallowed a sleeping pill and written to Miruna and now I intend to sleep. Tomorrow, for sure, the tears piece - from Jesus to Edmund Burk and beyond. I promise.

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Poem by Karen Chamisso

  On the West Irish coast Ocean, cold, farmers’ suicides Enter as spirits the grudging blood In its system ticking forward To no purpose or ...