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'The Angel Esmeralda: Nine Stories' by Don DeLillo
Book review - Los Angeles Times

Seitan Chorizo Recipe

10 Stories Of 2011 That Didn't Suck: A SportsFeat List

Some New Directions | The Awl
The Awl on contemporary avant-garde literature.

Experimental Conversations — Articles — Sidney Lumet: Experimental Filmmaker?

 
latest shared (greader) Are All Fake Field Goals And Fake Punts Useless? [Video]

Debt Ceiling Deal: The Democrats Take a Dive

Have computers taken away our power? | Television & radio | The Guardian

Exclusive: The First Lines of David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King

The Messy History Of Charlie Sheen's "Winning" Ring [Crime]

Woody Allen's Recession Monopoly Game

Petulia: Julie Christie & the Grateful Dead star in the great lost film of the ‘Summer of Love’

The Public School Berlin

Eating a Bhut Jolokia

In Which You Begin To Grasp His Unique Pain

filmbrain: Jean-Luc Godard’s 1995 letter to the NYFCC....

LeBron Watch, Day 50: What ESPN Should Have Asked LeBron James [LeBron James]

Cavs Owner Channels Crazy Person: "Some People Think They Should Go To Heaven But NOT Have To Die To Get There" [Free Fucking Agency]

Keyboard Drum Demonstration


There is nothing less passive than the act of fleeing…

Why Has England Been So Bad?

David Foster Wallace on iPhone 4's FaceTime

Outrage revisited: Milton Keynes

How do you pronounce Zooey?

Recent Acquisitions

17 March
POEM: The Kinkaid Subway by Kenneth Koch
O corpse of March! in my ranch Automobile subtitles. Ranches reply Ranches apes to angels, "Ha ha boxes of apes!" Railings That lift up to the beautiful city Apes the tree-bout's limitations for Niceness ankles ankles today Soon day. O boxed cool breeze! Mex- Icans! "I love to climb that valley up in hill To what oh Peacock slays then cuckoo hat." But we met on the open street If Paris, near the breaking of lemons Riot. A room. "Bake home," sang the wry weather; "Yes" is what the went-title said. "Good morning," sang the Swedish substitute, "at last The title of drinking water is when The apple of formlessly crying today Kenneth sunrise." O about! movement Ship-easing rags! "I clank," sheep- Hooded then fire methods, oh! Arch Of banking! "Wade in minutes," she cried -- Ink peroxide-machine May love you Doughnut, the Kinkaid Subway, "Goodbye, goodbye." Music. And then snow. Oh sing! "His shore finally sees The angry radiator --- back lots ink famous!"


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