Cori Schumacher: State of Flux

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Friday

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January 2015

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Let the Letting

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Grapple with your contradictions, Let them burn away the chaff; Let fall away the useless stuff Of sleepwalking and extremes. Let burn your chest Let beat the drum Let the kiln increase Let the craving Let the passion Let the fire Let the spilling Let the letting And from the ashes of a thousand flames […]

Thursday

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January 2015

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She Wakes the Waters

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BY KAREN VOLKMAN She goes, she is, she wakes the waters primed in their wave-form, a flux of urge struck into oneness, the solid surge seeking completion, and strikes and shatters and is its fragments, distinction’s daughters and now, unholding, the cleave and merge the hew and fusing, plundering the verge and substance is the […]

Sunday

27

January 2013

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Wordsworthian word-love

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A word-smith's heaven. I can't pronounce nor translate where this is from, so I'll just repost the info: "Þessi mynd er tekin við Egilsstaðabýlið. Basia Gancarek-Śliwińska ljósmyndari á þessa mynd."

The World Is Too Much With Us by Wlliam Wordsworth The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;— Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The […]

Sunday

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August 2012

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Or, The Ants

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They will echo-paint images of the sicknesses of our tensile cities and the pollution that is our gift in perpetuity. Long after and much away in time, if not the dolphin, then the pelican, if not the pelican, then the crab, if not the crab, then the algae bloom. Or the dutiful ant who might […]

Sunday

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July 2012

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Getting to the Outside

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Whitewater marks ephemeral periphery traversing switch-words, drifting in’t wastelands of foam “the inside” and “the outside” dressed liquid contexts acolyte advice, tidal shifts, searching midst bobbing bodies for blessings. I found that once the wasteland is crossed – that impact zone – becomes clear: outside is more a realm within than shallows allow. 30 years […]

Thursday

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May 2012

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