(via Hot-For-Jesus Former Fundie: More on Jay and George Beverly Shea: Round-up of Today’s Good News & Christian Gossip)
You might think this is a poorly lit photo of the April 2013 snow & ice storm in Minnesota, but in fact it is an existential commentary referencing Jean-Paul Sartre play “No Exit.”
And the picture isn’t an exaggeration. That is what it looks like outside. And it is beautiful.
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Saturday Temptation in the library breakroom: Baker’s Wife donuts, Opal Apple, Jude Nutter’s poetry collection “The Curator of Silence.”
I succumbed to all three.
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Well, shucks! This whole winter… and there it was… right under our noses. I’m on it, Minneapolis.
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and if you ever need proof that it’s good / to have a physical body, touching / a horse in this life is the closest you will get to it.
Hot4Jesus blog post includes portions of Jude Nutter’s poem with descriptions of heaven & god.
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Four A’s Four as For as Forays
(via Foray into the contents of a Moleskine « Archiving The Labyrinth)
Source: archivingthelabyrinth.com
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…The body is not the only / terror out of which we fashion salvation, but it is / the one loneliness about which we know nothing. / It’s why we make love, and dream / in pictures; it’s why we make art, ravenous / for prayers in our own likeness.
from -The Fourth Man- by Jude Nutter
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Nice Ride riding to a corner near you: Minneapolis Sign of Spring. From the #21. Cedar&Lake.
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I also work in a library…
My life is so cliche. I have a cat that comes running every time I use the can opener.
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Triptych:
Tranquility
ThingsFallApart
Better for the wear…
Subtitled: put a fucking bird on it
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(via Paper Migration: wo wir beginnen/where we begin « Archiving The Labyrinth)
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Too practical to be a poem
We’ve had a long, difficult Winter… the kind of Winter when you know Spring will be shocking, bombastic, explosive, orgasmic, throbbing, uninhibited, fearless, unforgiving in its pretentiousness.
It’s raining. There is now more mud than snow. I want to wash my hair in it… the mud.
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Catching an early train to work means time to write and longingly gaze at bike co-op across the street.
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