Alcohol, Death and Poetry: Give the Drunkard’s Words Some Time

“Il y a sur la boule terrestre une foule innombrable, innomée, dont le sommeil n’endormirait pas suffisament les souffrances.  Le vin compose pour eux des chants et des poèmes.”[1] -Charles Baudelaire, Paradis Artificiels About a month or two ago, when winter began really to show itself in the Midwest, my circle of friends and I... Continue Reading →

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Parking Lot Philosophy II: Weakness

A small, mouthy bird landed in the parking lot of a 24-hour diner in the suburbs.  It was about 10:30 PM.  He was supposed to meet his friend, a dog, at 10:45.  He looked at his phone and saw a series of missed text messages from the dog that read: >omg >Wait. >I have to... Continue Reading →

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