the cobalt and carnelian of that bird

I'm such a good Care Pig for my Hair. I feed Him lots of fish and protein and iron so He will grow long and strong without Breakage. I gently detangle Him in the shower and Slather Him up in Olive oil every day. Nothing but the best for Him. When I don't wear my silk cap for Him I tell Him Sorry Hair I'm a Bad Care Pig Sorry Hair Sorry Hair Sorry Hair and He sheds His breakage into my shower drain to Punish me. I love to feed Him Salmon and brown Rice and Spinach because I'm a good Care Pig, a real Hair Goon.

Jean-Daniel Pollet - Le Horla (1966)

As many historians currently use the word “archives,” they seem to imply that an archive is the natural state in which primary sources arrange themselves after being discarded or left by their creators. It creates the false impression that there is little to no work that goes into making primary sources available to researchers, and—more dangerously—that archives are even a neutral or unmoderated space. When archives and the historical record are used interchangeably in this way, we are unable to see what might be missing.

CROWN FOUNTAIN, CHICAGO, 2004

our sashay of compassion?

the miquella shuffle may just be felt in the wind that jostles the reeds… by someone sensitive. hopefully

Every state split in half by population – the densest half and least dense half

orison—prayer

I’m a few months late to this particular review, but how are the critics at the New York Times this fucking stupid and tin-eared, as writers? Who allowed this? This is the most idiotic phrase I have ever read in a review of anything.