Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Epigram

My love for epigrams compels me to relay this timely message from Lisa Robertson, encountered in the chapbook cuba A book by Monty Reid (above/ground press, 2005):

People are fucking in the ruins of their recent past.

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One could hardly believe otherwise.

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Saturday, June 6, 2009

epigram

I always feel less anxious when I recognize that the collision is already well under way.

Joe Wenderoth, Letters To Wendy's (2000).

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Sunday, May 17, 2009

epigram

This is a poem about a horse that got tired.
Poor. Old. Tired. Horse.
I want to go home.
I want you to go home.
This is a poem which tells the story,
which is the story.
I don't know.


from "Please" by Robert Creeley

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Thursday, April 23, 2009

epigram

Each time we exert our will we are exhibiting hope inside emptiness.

Fanny Howe, The Wedding Dress: meditations on word and life (2003).

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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

epigram

So soon as the process of manufacture has been commenced by pulling off the wool, the pelt or skin when naked becomes a most perishable commodity.

[1790. Votes House of Commons of Irel. 26 Feb. 341. OED]

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Tuesday, January 27, 2009

epigram

She hath chopped and changed it; yea she hath solde it.

[1549. Allen, Jude's Par. Rev. 29]

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Monday, January 26, 2009

epigram

The garden laid out in the old fashioned way of mince pies, arbours, and sugarloaf yews.

[1756, Mrs. Delany in Life & Corr. (1861) III. 435.] OED.

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