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Tag Archives: swimming
A mole’s life
Trump is killing me. I am dying beneath the weight of him. Since November 8 2016, things are gradually leaving me. My creative spark: gone. Any other kind of spark: gone. Abstract thinking: gone. My ability to read anything other … Continue reading
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Tagged anger, annihilation, death, dread, fear, hope, mole, movies, news, reading, swimming, threat, Trump
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out of reach
something weird is happening. it’s now feeling familiar that everything which was once familiar is now feeling unfamiliar. everything is drifting away from me, just slightly out of reach. like watching the shoreline grow smaller as you swim further away. and … Continue reading
where you are not
gosh, you should have seen me. in the pool you would have been astounded. i swam and i swam and i swam for almost an hour, rarely crashing into anything. but you weren’t there. and i felt your absence. the … Continue reading
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Tagged absence, astound, crashing, crevices, noticing, pangs, swimming, the last person, trouble, writing
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mercury
it happened again. another day of really bad swimming. i don’t know how to explain it. i began on such a positive note. i wasn’t even thinking of swimming in a straight line. and now, i swim like wild mercury. … Continue reading
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Tagged blame, current, darkness, decision, fog, lighting, mask, mercury, pool, research, responsibility, straight line, swimming, topography
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the north
it’s hard to tell whether my swimming is progressing or digressing. i can swim further and longer, but also crookeder. for some reason when i swim from north to south, i feel as if i am perfectly aligned, but when … Continue reading
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Tagged astro-cartography, digress, north, progress, south, spiritual journey, swimming
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backstroking
i asked this man if i could share a lane with him in the swimming pool but i could tell he was not very enthused which made me feel unwelcome and i wanted to swim elsewhere but there was a … Continue reading
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Tagged arrow, backstrokes, lanes, swimming, swimming pool, untraceable
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water
i don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realize that swimming is the key to my existence. i might be a terrible swimmer (and it’s humbling to be swimming alongside 100 year old men and women who are … Continue reading
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Tagged earth, existence, humbling, Iggy Pop, inhabitant, swimming
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Bob Hope, swimming
Early this morning, I dreamed that I saw Bob Hope entering a large body of water to swim what I think was the English Channel. The entire scene was in beautiful, deep and cinematic black and white… kind of like … Continue reading
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Tagged Bob Hope, English Channel, swimming, tuxedo, Wings of Desire
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The Lost Pedestrian 