A Brief Update

For those of you who were expecting regular updates, allow me to disabuse you of this misconception.

I often get sidetracked by life, experience writer’s block (or worse, get stuck on several ideas without a clear way forward or the motivation to choose), or some other excuse for not populating this blog with new content. The past month has been one of those times.

Surely you have experienced similar situations of creative drought, being worldly people with complex, ever-changing lives of your own.

Thanks for reading when there’s something here, and for waiting when there isn’t.

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Poetic Interlude: On Guilt

Guilt, whatever

its pigmentation

or lack thereof

Cannot heal wounds

of any depth

Does not pay bills

accumulating

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Maximal Meta-Discourse, Engage: Ready (again) Player One

A few years ago, I wrote a response to a response to Ernest Cline’s sci-fi novel Ready Player One. Without having read it. But my response was mostly about the intersection of capitalism and nostalgia, not the book itself. I stand by that post, but I’m pleased to report that I’ve finally read the book.

Let’s pretend this is timely. After all, E3 just happened, bringing with it renewed hype surrounding the Oculus Rift.

But really, I just want to make good and examine Cline’s debut novel on its own merits, not in terms of what Douglas Wolk found compelling, unsettling, or disappointing. Now I have my own grievances to air.

So if you’re so inCline’d, check out my review of the actual book over at my other site, “Books, not People.”

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Charleston

SeriousRachel:

In the wake of the racist, terrorist murders committed Wednesday night, it’s critical not only to center the lives that were lost, but also to be there for those who are left, hurting. To listen. To believe when someone says they experience violence on an everyday basis.

Wednesday night wasn’t isolated. It came from somewhere. From a culture of white supremacy.

It’s crucial to try to understand those without the power of culture’s dominant perspective. To know we are all complicit in these premeditated atrocities. To speak out against it. To work for justice.

As the author of the post shared below commented, “We all need to do more to undo this silence.”

So let’s hear that and believe it. Let’s all do more. Online. In person. Starting now. Our culture of hate won’t change unless we change what we’ve been doing. Let your voices shatter the silence and rebuild a better world for all.

Reblogged with the author’s permission.

Originally posted on Dark, On the Prairie:

I’m tired but I can’t get myself to sleep. I didn’t sleep much last night either. I sit at my desk in my bedroom. Outside it’s dark, warm, and humid. I can’t rest; I can’t sit still; my mind keeps turning and turning, spinning like the blades of a windmill in the face of an approaching storm.

It’s the mask, you see. I can feel it on my flesh, on my face. And it’s slipping. I can’t remember a time when I was so aware of it, that mask of the safe, calm, educated brown man and the pulsing sensations of the black man underneath. Maybe “mask” is the wrong word. Maybe “second skin” would be better. It’s not fake, not studied. Just a kind of shield to help me deal with the white world that swirls around me.

Most of the time, it’s not a struggle. We all, I…

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The Romance of Gratuity

The following poem was inspired by a recent episode of Pop Culture Happy Hour.

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doorknob

door-jam

dresser

bedpost

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