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Leaking

November 28, 2010 by

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Everyone thinks I’m not patriotic. But I am a patriot. I’m an outright xenophobe, a minuteman. The problem is I come from the future. The future is my country. And the depraved mongrel present keeps climbing over the walls. To design is to protect what does not yet exist. Something has to get displaced, so […]

The Last Flower Children Guard San Francisco’s Most Secret Garden

September 19, 2010 by

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The roses are going wild. Their blooms stick out through glittering tents. The broken greenhouse makes up one entire city block, a jagged surf of canopies ensnared with flowers and fallen glass. In a city of recognizable trifles, San Francisco’s most undiscovered landmark is locked away next to a reservoir and between two forking highways, […]

The Devil & King Christophe

January 21, 2010 by

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Unfathomably swiftly speeded, Earth’s pomp revolves in whirling flight, As Eden’s brightness is succeeded By deep and dread-inspired night —Goethe’s “Faust”, 1806  Evangelical broadcaster Pat Robertson says Haiti has been “cursed” because of what he called a “pact with the devil” in its history. —Associated Press, January 13, 2010 Flower bundles are laid at the […]

In Afrobeat Fight, Femi Kuti is No Friend of Government

July 10, 2009 by

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Femi Kuti cannot resist. He is chatting in his dressing room about improvements needed to African infrastructure and, in the midst of describing his awe at America’s highway system, the Nigerian Afrobeat pioneer can’t contain his bubbling over in boyish imitation of the sounds of combustion power. “You have to be envious of the highways […]

Before the Law

August 21, 2008 by

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Inspired by Panza’s judgment “O perpetual discoverer of the Antipodes! Torch of the world! Eye of Heaven! Sweet stirrer of wine coolers! Here Thymbrius, there Phoebus, now archer, now physician! Father of Poetry, inventor of Music, you who always rise and—though you seem to—never set! On you I call, sun, by whose aid man engenders […]

The Ecstatic Trail

January 14, 2008 by

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Some people get stuck with lice or cursed by psychotic daydreams. My lot is a hairy belly. I am not a hairy person over all, no back hair for example; just tufted halos round my nipples, a bit on the breastbone. But then this patch on my middle, the hairy belly, a forest fortress round […]

Excerpt: Star Child by Lars Russell

July 30, 2006 by

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He had to cross the belly of the island, which is a lot easier than crossing it the other way—and Humph knows because he did that once. Nevertheless it was a pronounced walk. Humph felt easy about it in the way, when you confront the immense but finite, there is a kind of irrepressible satisfaction. […]

Beat Valley Comics: Smyrna-Bataille

June 15, 2006 by

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I went with my dad to a cookout. A birthday party for one of his climbing buddies. I saw a National Geographic from 1946 and a homeless man eating the food kept asking if anyone remembered the Savings and Loan scandal. No one would admit it!

Sunday After the War

July 24, 2005 by

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When I don’t know where to begin you say start at the beginning. But I don’t remember the very beginning. I must start with what I remember. Everywhere we were caught up in terror and we had to fend for ourselves. The demand was silence and yet I had nothing to be silent about. When […]