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On Love

Did you ever sit on rock in the midst of a thunder- and lightning-storm, holding hands with someone you could only see every few minutes for a fraction of a second while the rest of the time you sat in pitch-darkness under all that noise and falling water, soaked and shivering not with cold but thrill as it was hot, high summer? And then wonder later why the only romantic experiences that made you feel anything at all were those that made very loud noises and were illuminated in tiny increments of time and often felt like they might wash you away? Which came first, the desire to see the thunderstorm or the thunderstorm you saw?

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Selfishness

I was crossing through Gowanus on Union Street the other day when I saw the most beautiful light coming through the scrim of a pair of enormous, undulating curtains. I was just west of that parody of urban water features, the Gowanus canal, in the spate of warehouses and row houses between the pollution and the South Brooklyn Casket Company.

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On the Proper Placement of the Gideon Bible in the Home

The Bible guys were all over the neighborhood the other day, practically on every corner. “Would you like a Bible? Would you like a free Bible?”Unlike many yoga practitioners, I do not believe that your average street-corner proselytizer “might be the next Messiah.” After all the wars and priestly buggery of children I’m deeply wary of anyone who claims to act in the name of God.

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The Fly

Eye to eye with a dying fly.

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Bicoastal

New York is buildings and money, food and drink, glances and remarks. It is streets, not roads. It is filth, not dirt. It is noise, not sounds. It is highways, not freeways, five-hour drives of one hundred miles in stop-and-go traffic instead of five-hour drives of four hundred miles doing 80. It is rats, not […]

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You Gotta Believe

The You Gotta Believe post from 2007 was published today on Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood.

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Peonies

Just before 2 a.m. I had a sudden craving for peonies so I went out to the very expensive deli in pursuit of them. There were no peonies, however, only a team of Latin American laborers restocking the juice and milk display. It was too beautiful an almost-summer night for anyone to be shopping. Everyone […]

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This Being the MySpace Page of Marcus Junius Brutus

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. -Ecclesiastes 1:9 Brutus bought it last night. When it sunk in that he’d been defeated at Philippi by the combined forces of Mark Antony and Octavian Caesar he grabbed a sword and marched down […]

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Who Is the Real Whore?

It continually surprises me that it continually surprises anyone that politicians screw whores. Or, for that matter, that they screw interns, movie stars, other men’s wives, their secretaries, their daughters’ friends, the women they meet at parties or the men they meet in public restrooms. They always have. They always will. Surely the jaded American […]

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Noise

Published elsewhere, specifically Identity Theory, March 31, 2009, and anthologized in Zine #1, Lake Celeste, or The Joy of Sex (2011).

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