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Interleavings: Serendipity and Auto/Biographical Process
I spent a good part of today searching for page numbers for footnotes in an essay I’m finishing up. The writing’s finished but my citations aren’t. No one’s fault but my own. Did I really think I would remember the page number to footnote 19…
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Loss Machine and the Magic of the Banal
Here, as the magician clearly shows his tricks, the purpose is to prevent the audience from simply falling in love with effects by making the audience pay attention to their cumulative structure. Not “How’d he do that?” but rather, “What will he do next?”
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Verbalists Audio: November Reading
Audio recording of the Verbalists storytelling group, recorded live 10 November, 2012.
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Address: Splash, Wail, Roar, Remain, Stagger
Nick Stokes continues his exploration of an affair, imaginary and real.
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Promising Young Women, Tonight at Elliott Bay
Promising Young Women by Suzanne Scanlon is a tiny book — in stature, I mean. A little square of pages and text bound together. But the story inside about Lizzie, that slowly comes together piece by piece, is so big that it enfolds us all.
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Back Again…Again: An Interview with The Habit
The Star’s Kelly Dermody recently interviewed The Habit’s Luke Thayer, Jeff Schell and Mark Siano and talked about their creation process, the group’s temporary sojourn to Los Angeles, and what their future is going to look like.
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Natalie Diaz: Meth, Mistakes & Mischievous Barbies
Diaz’s well-crafted verse and rich language evoke the familiar themes of death, deception, festivity and family. Her meth-head brother is brought up often in her poetry—especially in regards to how his addiction breaks down their parents. Both bit by bit and in giant, violent pieces.
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The Dance Lesson
Maria sat cross-legged on the living room floor surrounded by piles of little white receipts. There was a giant mound for groceries, a large pile for credit card payments, a small one for fun, home repairs, schooling… It was like looking back through a diary.…
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Outside Seven-Eleven, Next Week
Pam Carter puts on a tinfoil hat and channels Leilani Mae Jesperson in her latest poem.