Crestone, Colorado something living here in the death of winter. what lives buries its belly next to the earth sticking stalky roots and stems into the ice ducking below the shallow air. this stubble of plants clutch to something i cannot understand. I am nothing, here nothing acknowledges my boots in the snow, the snow is ice, gives nothing to the texture of my boot soles, gives nothing to my weight or heat, silently breathing wind to dry away my voice and i am go...
Was I Playing Texas Holdem When That Tsunami Hit? Lately, I've played some poker. Not just "poker", but Texas Holdem, the Cadillac of poker amongst a parking lot filled with old Datsuns. You only get two of your own cards. You have to share the rest with other players, and there may be a lot of other players. However, there's only five other cards, given to the table in three increments starting with three cards, then one each on the last two rounds. The winner, as in all form...
You're the Writer why does he have to die you're the writer she said looking up from the dark with a finger scratching there and here and i say what because i had forgotten with the smell of apples in her hair and all through the room even as the fan blew rotating blasts of wind rhythmically around the night inside these walls which forever are forever Copyright ©2004, ©2005, ©2006 Joshua Suchman. All rights reserved. Taboo's Ezine Navigator: Article Ind...
when it happenend she told me he turned from red to blue he gasped for air reflexes she was crying, too, mind (hers) couldn't take it in but it did get in daryl is dead. Copyright ©2004, ©2005, ©2006 Joshua Suchman. All rights reserved. Taboo's Ezine Navigator: Article Index Taboo Tenente: A Thinker's MFA Journey - Home The Phallic Suggestion Stone Soup Blog Forum
Somebody's Mother Early on in her life, Susan Sanders found she was left out from the Marxist revolutionary activities of her parents, while her older, aggressive brother was earmarked for significant participation. Disenchanted with her parents’ social vision, she rebelled against the rebellion, and her father turned a neglectful shoulder while her mother became abusive. She attended Clark College briefly, but soon fled the institutional stagnancy in order to follow a young man who...
innate people i have waded through the ancient nile and driven north to the end of roads. why She asked and i told her about it in a letter. not everything is a beginning, i write. worlds wrap their way around the old, withering bend, a ruinous, curving blue that is sky and sea and also nothing, always the same, circling like the ancient Eagle around the fact of death. there are people whom i love, but such people are ideas with blurry faces, silent reverberations of p...
illusions Bright brows, rising and waiting, you wed my moment to silence; a darkness that brings beauty, that is what you mean to me. You lower blond locks over your lips smiling and saying illusions aloud; these illusions i hold to me as truth. They are all i see of you. Copyright ©2004, ©2005, ©2006 Joshua Suchman. All rights reserved. Taboo's Ezine Navigator: Article Index Taboo Tenente: A Thinker's MFA Journey - Home The Phallic Suggestion Stone Soup Blog For...
Survival of Atrocities Emmanuel Levinas writes that horror does not derive itself from Presence, but rather from the negation of Presence: "Horror is the event of being which returns in the heart of this negation, as though nothing had happened." (The Levinas Reader, P.33) You face a marvel or an atrocity. Are you a conservative when Kepler and Newton eliminated the notion of uniform circular motion? Then you have faced a marvel that is revolutionary in thought; a marvel that will...
Sad I can see things the way they always were: once, her stepfather mowed their yard with a push blade just two wheels and the rusted blade churning up the grass and when she touched the clippings the color was like cider on her fingers and he let her try to push, the handle high above her head, the heavy iron weighted irrevocably to the earth. It was like that with everything after awhile, pushing hard at things much too large, her young body too soft to understand things ...
Ten Minutes little or no time at all this boot comes off and candle lit like so; something moves on the wall something in your eyes pillow propped blanket dropped; our last night spent in ten minutes. Copyright ©2004, ©2005, ©2006 Joshua Suchman. All rights reserved. Taboo's Ezine Navigator: Article Index Taboo Tenente: A Thinker's MFA Journey - Home The Phallic Suggestion Stone Soup Blog Forum
End of Something It is monday or anyday on the sidewalk summer’s end a young woman smiled at me from her porch today as I was walking my way to work. Monday like any other day and I am where I always am. The wind attends to the leaves and the shadows diffuse without the sun. A hundred people walking today at the end of summer’s month young woman sips her cooling tea and watches where I pass. Copyright ©2004, ©2005, ©2006 Joshua Suchman. All rights reserved. Taboo's Ez...
I'm in this way. It's like a way, sort of, when things happen over and over and you begin to suspect that this is the way things are. It's not good. But it's not really bad. Or, at least, it's not as bad as you expected "bad" to be. You're not way out there, you're not on your way; no, you're just in this way. When it's like this, you have to begin. You have to look for some place to start and then, when you realize there isn't any place, you just, you know, start to begin. You...
Freedom and productivity. Let's agree that both are important concepts. Yes? I'm glad. Before we go on, though, hand-in-hand, skipping harmoniously through a field of daffodils, let's define these important concepts: Freedom: The state of being at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint; or the power to determine action without restraint. Productivity: The state of having power to generate, create, produce. Are we still braiding daisy chains for each ...
Thanks for the times tables. Nine multiplied by seven? No worries. And I can spell "subpoena" correctly eight of ten times without a spell check. Pizza crust? Marinara? Let's just say Emeril looks like the chef at Alcatraz. Unfortunately, you neglected to instruct me in some fundamental concepts. Perhaps you don't know the answers yourself. Well, I've reached the cold, clear moment in my life where I refuse to accept ignorance any longer. To quote one of the most significant visio...
This aggression will not stand, man. The Dude is just a guy. His rug really tied the room together. Now there's no rug, and his life is a mess. Was his life a mess before? I'd say yes, and so would you. But it was his life, and he organized it brilliantly. He's lying on his back, on top of his rug, smiling blissfully while listening to the crystal clear sound of bowling balls striking the pins. Everytime that beautiful sound comes through, the perfect strike, his lips twitch...