‘A woman from Barnard College calls me and asks if I would please spell ‘hemorrhaging’ for her.’
A woman from Barnard College calls me and in the course of our phone conversation she asks me if I would please spell ‘hemorrhaging’ for her. I spell it, but wrong – maybe ‘hemmhoraging’.
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‘The anglophone world, we have to infer, has run out of words for its own feelings.’
Daisy Hildyard on the wisdom of scarecrows.
‘What is the read receipt for?’
Lillian Fishman on texting, power and the ethics of leaving a friend on read.
‘Like pretty much everyone who uses the internet, I have seen many terrible things that I did not search for and that I cannot unsee.’
Rosanna McLaughlin on what the internet thinks she wants.
‘I have a pathological addiction to the internet, which I indulge with the excuse of making art. It rarely translates to anything good and mostly leaves me overstimulated and afraid.’
Paul Dalla Rosa on excess and the internet.
‘rumors of bees on speedwell, / no oxidative stress just / effortless pollination’
Two poems by Sylvia Legris.
‘gormandizing, gluttonous, lickerish, guttling’
Excerpts from Lydia Davis’s diary.
‘You discover during your very first lessons that the problem of singing better involves overcoming many other problems you had not ever imagined.’
‘My father has trouble with his hearing and does not like to talk on the phone, so I talk on the phone mainly to my mother’.
‘When and where does the crisis of war begin and end?’
Y-Dang Troeung on the longevity of war.
‘The brain is a bureaucratic organ with an almost neurotic determination to balance its books. To account to the department of logic for terror, it calls on the office of imagination to conjure up a worthy vision.’
