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language or etymology

Krasny’s lit bus

Terry, TMW, tagged along Thursday night to hear Michael Krasny’s literature “bus tour” at Stanford Continuing Studies. There were six texts on the syllabus, by four authors: Flannery O’Conner (1925-1964), Eudora Welty (1909-2001), Tennessee Williams and William Faulkner. I read … Continue reading

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Rupa Marya, ‘Where You From’ VS Cantor Sukoenig-Sukenik-Baker

It was thrilling to hear and recognize the voice of one of my musical and activist heroes and muses — and briefly a colleague — Rupa Marya pka Rupa & The April Fishes on Michael Krasny’s KQED Forum radio show … Continue reading

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I laughed, I cried I kissed $20 trillion goodbye

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FUCT is fucked in trademark hunt

Esther de jong is a muse for the fake clothing line created by conceptual artist Erik Brunetti that pranked SCROTM recently according to  Adam Liktits of the Times. Somehow here in plastic alto I’m reminded of a fellow traveler and … Continue reading

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Mttt Porteus, ‘hackeando’ sickle cell anemia VS ‘After Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison by Jeff Wall, 2000’

Somehow reminds me of this photograph depicting an early scene from Ralph Ellison’s the invisible man. I’m taking Michael Krasny’s coursing literature thing at Stanford extension and happened to see the Jordan Peele movie “Us”as I was reading TS Eliot … Continue reading

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tion of b l a c k f a c e theater to go

I from Norton Anyhology 2017 II From Wolfgang’s Poster Vault

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Program notes for Amendola VS Blades; or, smack my Democracy up! And Rest in Peace, Keith Flint

  Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but … Continue reading

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