I've been thinking maybe I should write a blurb collection.
Just in case anyone needs one.
One blurb could start very Zen-like. Like one of those Hirshfield poems.
(Does anyone really live like that? Like all Zen?)
Within this book is another book. An invisible book which is not the book but has the same cover, title, font, page numbers . . .
Ah . . . such BS. There is no other book. I up to my nose in BS today.
Tunnels to Some Other Place
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… too subtle and elusive for the rationalism of seeing. This is from
Sinister Resonance: The Mediumship of the Listener by David Toop (2010): …
Ears are th...
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i'm working on an essay about blogging. we should talk....
and nobody really lives like that, all zen. once they get to that point, they evaporate.
Within every woman is another woman ...
gosh, i misread your post as "blogging" not "blurbing". i have many, many disabilities.
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