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THE OTHER NAME by Jon Fosse
It is in an interview with Knausgaard that I first hear mentioned Fosse. Both are Norwegian writers and, what is more, Knausgaard was Fosse’s student. Then, not too long ago, I hear Fosse mentioned again, this time as winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature 2023. The Academy chose him “for his innovative plays and prose which give voice to the unsayable.” Being just another dutiful reader, I…
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Bleach and Hydrogen Peroxide :: An Odorless Story
Has he ever, for a second, known what he is doing?Sadly, regrettably, no.Why not pour some bleach onto the foul dish brush?And why not pour some hydrogen peroxide on the foul dish brush, too?And this is how he makes his home toxic.Scentless fumes fill his family’s kitchen.But he is convinced everything is okay even though he doesn’t know.He opens a window, turns on the fan hood, walks with his…
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WD-40
Something has obstructed my writerly gear for a long time. I don’t remember how long which is why I feel justified in saying “long” in this case. That’s not to say I haven’t tried pulling something out of nowhere. Already I fear my writerly gear is stuck. WD-40 may do this trick. There. I drank some. Just a squirt to get this lubricated, take away the squeak. The ambulance is on the…
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"Small is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered" by E. F. Schumacher :: A Lengthy Excerpt
“Small is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered” by E. F. Schumacher :: A Lengthy Excerpt
Nowhere is this dichotomy more noticeable than in connection with the use of the land. The farmer is considered simply as a producer who must cut his costs and raise his efficiency by every possible device, even if he thereby destroys — for man-as-consumer — the health of the soil and the beauty of the landscape, and even if the end effect is the depopulation of the land and the overcrowding of…
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The Economics of the Meat Industry
The Economics of the Meat Industry
Meat has become a staple in the American diet, more so than ever before. In the US, meat consumption has increased by 380% in the last 60 years and other countries are following suit. Americans like to eat meat, and are second only to Australia in meat consumption per capita, outpacing most other developed countries by a significant margin (Ritchie, Roser, 2017) (Figure 1). Why then, is meat so…
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How To Die
How To Die :: A Poem
In physics, what’s called Escape Velocity Is necessary for leaving earth’s gravity. My dying mother asked for ostrich-skin boots, Proper footwear in Texas for making tracks. My father escaped in a P-51. An old friend told us Of waking, in tears, from a dream of flying with him. The morning my husband died I watched his legs Churning like when a dog dreams of chasing rabbits. He was working on…
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2020 Art Consumed
Literature: The Pale King (2011) – David Foster Wallace [literary novel {unfinished}]“The Planet Trillaphon as It Stands in Relation to the Bad Thing” (1985) – David Foster Wallace [Wallace’s first published short story]“Fat Girl” (2011) – Jessie Carty [poetry chapbook]“To the One Who Raped Me” (2012) – Dustin Brookshire [poetry chapbook]My Reasons Why (2020) – James Quinones [a book proposing…
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The Chase
It was not hunger that compelled the cat to hunt. Still, she stalked each possible prey with purpose and skill, strolling past many, before discovering a worthy hunt, focused her eyes, twitched her ears.
Before the chase began, she showed indifference. A casual stretch, a nap under the bush, tail loosely wrapped around her. Then, yawning, she emerges, eyes still focused on her prey. She…
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Dom Schwab’s 2019 Favs: Books, Music, Film, Television, Stage
Dom Schwab’s 2019 Favs: Books, Music, Film, Television, Stage
Now that we are nearly a third of the way through 2020, I felt a Year-In-Review of 2019 was sort of obsolete, but the astute “herocious” brought to my attention that a list/piece such as this may yet be of value. Namely, with so many people in Quarantine due to the Novel Coronavirus, this list of works I enjoyed during 2019 might inspire some people to ingest new works of art that they may not…
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Reverend Jesse Jackson Rally Speech Excerpt
Reverend Jesse Jackson Rally Speech Excerpt
Repeat say red yellow Red and yellow Brown black and white We all previous In God’s sight Everybody matters Everybody in Nobody out Everybody in Nobody out Everybody in healthcare Nobody out Everybody in healthcare Nobody out Everybody in good education Nobody out Everybody in a decent livable wage Nobody out An environment in which we can breath Nobody out This land Is our land Do not let them D…
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3 poems
3 poems by dom schwab
1. Salt Curl up upon me: Be the weight atop my chest; hold me down & keep me safe within this bed where I can lie beneath you, love, & hold you extra tight… Well, a night in is always a night in with somebody, even if that body is my own.
2. Narratives A story has a beginning and an end with middling stuff in between. We like them because they start…
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Sun No Longer in Aries
New on The Open End :: Sun No Longer in Aries, a poem by Lisa Mann
As the earth turned and the stars fell into the canyon the night captured what little fire remained the glow from the stars growing dim, the light in your eyes disappearing
As you led the horses through the crevice between rocks, hooves slipping on lose slate, I watched you pause and listen, your shadow growing smaller with the lack of light
And then you were gone.
My heart sank deep into the…
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WHEN YOU'RE PRAYING, DON'T FUCK AROUND
NEW POST ON TOE :: WHEN YOU'RE PRAYING, DON'T FUCK AROUND by Connor Coyne
My novel Urbantasm started with hunger.
Not mine.
In 1995, when my 13-year-old best friend took a job two buses away across Flint at the computer store where he made half minimum wage to troubleshoot broken IBMs and Apple 2Es, I was pretty sure he was doing it to supplement his mom’s meager income. I certainly noticed that their pantry and fridge was empty except for the staples easily…
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Assignments
Your assignment will demand that you squeeze into the costume selected for you and they will call you boy or girl.
Forget the two-spirit sacred being. Never mind what the heart knows or the mouth remembers.
They will assign the ways you may express your love.
You will not alter the body you possess. Forget the way the fabric felt or the leather smelled — your uniform must fit.
Pretend to be who…
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The Autobiography of a Gay Man: My Belated Review of poet Dom Schwab’s [blank]; or, The Fall; or, The Sincerely Sad and Depressive Micropoetry Cycle
*I started this review of Dom’s poetry chapbook before Donald Trump’s Election as President of the USA. Part I is before, and Part 2 is after.***
Part I – Before – during Obama’s term.
Reading Dom Schwab’s poetry chapbook, [blank] feels like the discarded poetic scribbles to an epic autobiography of a young gay poet from South Bend, Indiana examining his life and dedication to love, family,…
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November
New on TOE :: November, a poem by Lisa Mann
November drags its chilly nights through shifting sand calls out the bones we buried long ago recalls each marker as it goes the angle of the light against the stone
You linger there too long upon the unearthed nameless plot searching for the ghosts that will not rest dizzy from the blinking stars and voices of the dead
Earth swallows up the ragged bones, November’s sacrificial gift hungry for…
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Grief
The mouth is full of cotton grief that chokes the throat It spits the silhouette of words as silently as rust
The heart is torn and can no longer keep the beat It withers into something small that cannot feel rejects the tears, the joy, and bolts-up anger’s door
Hands fumble for the keys that once unlocked the gate the fingers find the silver size and shape but locks have changed and keys no…
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