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A Poem by GM Quinte

By On March 29, 2013 · Leave a Comment · In deep thots, kultur, Poetry, WTF

International Call

You can see in the early light of dawn
Facing the noise of the so-called Twilight
Bright stars through the perilous fight, and a wide range of his lines and
Flow because we are bold, fluttering looking at the wall?
The rockets red light, and bombs, and the explosion [...]

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DFW on Fiction & Nonfiction

By On October 13, 2012 · Leave a Comment · In deep thots, Reading, tips, Typign

This seems wise & articulates something I’ve been thinking for a long time now, so I thought I’d share it.

Fiction’s abyss is silence, nada. Whereas nonfiction’s abyss is Total Noise, the seething static of every particular thing and experience, and one’s total freedom of infinite choice about what to choose to attend to [...]

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Memorial Day

By On May 28, 2012 · Leave a Comment · In deep thots, L-I-V-I-N

“In these bones you see what war is like. I know war now. I’ll tell you what it is. War is young men killing other young men they do not know on the orders of old men who know one another too well.”

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Writing is Easy

By On November 16, 2011 · 2 Comments · In deep thots, Publishing, Typign

Some of these words (the ones not crossed out) actually made into the book.

They’ll be looking much more spruced up and fancy come September 2012.

Hope you’ll revisit them then.

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Proust Questionnaire: AW

By On September 6, 2011 · 1 Comment · In blank stares, deep thots, L-I-V-I-N

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

I don’t have one.

What is your greatest fear?

Dying abruptly.

Which living person do you most admire?

My wife.

What is the trait you most deplore in others?

Salesmanship.

What is your greatest extravagance?

Custom-painted orange wheels on my white Audi station wagon.

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In the Way of Experience…

By On February 5, 2011 · Leave a Comment · In deep thots, L-I-V-I-N, Reading

Yet five minutes after…I realized I had not actually seen the three plants in the little colony we had found. Despite all the identifying, measuring, photographing. I had managed to set the experience in a kind of present past, a having-looked, even as I was temporally and physically still looking. If I had the courage, [...]

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poets versus fiction writers

By On January 13, 2011 · 2 Comments · In deep thots, Poetry, Typign

My second year at Iowa, I lived with three poets in a farmhouse out on Taft Ave SE.

Here’s a fake painting of it, complete with cut-and-paste signature. (It had been moved to that location some years before and so had no trees around it. Kind of creepy, huh?)

It’s gone now, or moved. [...]

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Quackery

By On October 20, 2010 · Leave a Comment · In deep thots, Surfing

My friend Colin’s piece on migraines and the artwork of Renee French contains a reference to duck diving, along with a helpful link to this here blog.

So for those of you who clicked on the link, and for the rest of you, too, duck diving is a technique surfers use to get their [...]

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Invitation to a Smackdown

By On September 25, 2010 · Leave a Comment · In deep thots, L-I-V-I-N, Publishing, Typign

Leo and I were watching Curious George this morning.

The Man with the Yellow Hat said “an artist’s life is full of hard knocks, George.”

Damn straight.

One of those things you hear and don’t process fully until you’re living it.

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Halforism

By On August 4, 2010 · Leave a Comment · In deep thots, Typign, WTF

Either you want to know, or you want to be known.

Literary ambition is wanting to be known for knowing.

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