Sunday, June 07, 2026

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The Oral Literature of the American People.

"I have ridden steppe ponies across the plains of Inner Mongolia, I have meditated under the tree where the Buddha first attained enlightenment, I have seen the ruins of Aztec monuments made from human skulls plastered with lime, but I’d still managed to go thirty-five years without once setting foot on the next island over." —Sam Kriss via

"...no enduring cultural narratives..."

"squirrel in a puddle reflected"

wan contested sepulchre
walls perilous builded
hearthstone dinosaur gizzard
deliquescent noontide

sun clawing cloudsthrough
acclaimed form of gaming
charcoal promise
walls frenzied of credence

The Taste.

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