Saturday, March 21, 2026

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Wishing has no place here.

"When the market no longer needs workers in large numbers, it loses even the instrumental reason to sustain the institutions that restrain its tendency toward moral corrosion." —Charlie McGill via

"The modernist creator would approach his craft Janus-faced, looking backward even as he moved forward, and with every step, he would produce something novel, indeed wholly original."

"The Dry Heart

The world where the dead live is a dry heart.
Every world is a heart, a rhythm spherical,
A rhythm of impossible intentions
That yet sings itself, imagining heard music.
The world where the dead live is a silent choir.
It does not hear itself, it sings itself not.
Its will has frozen into memory,
Black as still blood, without flow.
To the painless sorrow of death it throbs.
The world where the dead live is a heart alive
In a body once alive.
The dead move neither into heaven nor hell.
Their afterwards is their before.
The world where the dead live is a dry heart,
The same heart as always, even dry."

—Laura (Riding) Jackson

"Surely Cavafy is the most important 20th century poet to publish primarily in zine form."

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