9.4 Roy pulled into the driveway. Our father moved a lot. This place was typical of his suburban phase. A fifties ranch on a mature cul de sac. The yard bordered woods. Behind the house was a kidney shaped pool and a putting green. There was a perennial border around the house with a white [...]
SOCIETY, ECONOMICS, AND POLITICS IN PRE-ANGKOR CAMBODIA THE 7TH-8TH CENTURIES BY MICHAEL VICKERY The Centre For east Asian Cultural Studies for Unesco, the Toyo Bunko, 1998 Michael Vickery is foremost an historian of ancient Cambodia. But he has also written about modern Cambodia. He is a Marxist, and his writing has a strong polemical current [...]
9.3 I awoke early the next morning and had coffee alone by the open window. A fresh breeze blew in; the room was bright with early sun. I became absorbed in a book, emerged from the trance long enough to shower and dress and then returned to the chair for another hour. It was heating [...]
1982 Janine “I groaned and said, ‘Forget politics Sontag, and let us get back to sex. You are such an expert in sex, Sontag.’ “This was untrue. She had read a lot about sex and liked to practice very complicated gymnastic couplings which struck me as more bother than they were worth and made her [...]
Equinox the menarche of the dark is upon the edge among the trees who hold their leaves up to the light and curl inward till they redden the sunflowers’ joy of crimson hardens into grey and the seed is pecked till the stalk stands blind the wet belly of the earth squats upon the sky [...]
Last Night Last night The park was full of bodies I saw a face But it was a rock
Malcom McLaren Sometime in the gutter of 1977, or was it 1976?, in a suburban basement, my friends and I watched Weekend, the NBC once-monthly news show, hosted by Lloyd Dobyns, which aired in the Saturday Night Live timeslot. We were extremely excited because the subject of that night’s show was The Sex Pistols. We [...]
9.2 Busted. I blushed. I stammered. Douglas Eakens saved me when he walked in blinking behind his thick lenses, wisps of hair floating over the imperfectly bald top of his head. He was breathing loudly and he rubbed his hands together. “What time do you leave, Alex?” “Eleven, tonight.” “What a shame. I’m just now [...]
CNN spokesmodel Sitting at Anchor Pours news from the bottle Of Post-Human rancor Her comrade in arms With the silicon stacks Discusses the charms Of cell phones and butt cracks They have rivals at Fox And can never relax During breaks apply Botox And get a Brazilian wax
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