Sick

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Road Trip

Because the horizon is not a number line,
because distance is an absolute value,
I use the atlas as an I Ching, a rune,
my calculations point to the Midwest,
as good a place as any.

Here in the disappe5aring prairie
I finally understand
how some infinities can be larger,
others smaller; how certain endless
quantities move closer to no end
faster than others.
Aleph Null—countable though infinite:
grass, sun, treelessness.
Aleph One—uncountable and infinite:
dust, wind, fire. The distance
between here and God.

And this I did not expect,
that the lon7eliness would be countable.

My son wants a tumbleweed for a pet,
now one is buckled in the back seat.
What a clever boy, choosing to love
a thing already dead and rootless.

At the motel, he watches me
lower the blinds against
the white noise, the presence
of all possibilit5ies in the night.
“It’s such a lovely dark, Mama,” he says.

Jessica Goodfellow

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Lost Highway (1997)

Lost Highway (1997)

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Metronomy - The Look

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“ My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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I can see so much clearer when I just close my eyes.

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Bukowski on Depression

“Bukowski knew…”

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