June 23rd, 2010 § Dustin
This book, for those who haven’t seen it, is full of great tips for saving money in your everyday life. As a gimmick, it comes with a shiny new penny lodged in the cover. Someone has pried the penny out of this particular copy. That’s right, a single penny.
I’ll be taking your wagers as to how long exactly it will be until we are all living in Jim Crace’s Pesthouse. The winnings will be paid in expired spam and tears.
§ 0 CommentsJune 6th, 2010 § Sam
Apropos of the month (and, somehow, this weird weather), here’s this, a grim poem by Anne Sexton:
The Truth the Dead Know
For my Mother, born March 1902, died March 1959
and my Father, born February 1900, died June 1959
Gone, I say and walk from church, refusing the stiff procession to the grave, letting the dead ride alone in the hearse. It is June. I am tired of being brave. We drive to the Cape. I cultivate myself where the sun gutters from the sky, where the sea swings in like an iron gate and we touch. In another country people die. My darling, the wind falls in like stones from the whitehearted water and when we touch we enter touch entirely. No one's alone. Men kill for this, or for as much. And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.§ 0 Comments
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