Author: raanderson1995
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Addendum: Problems with Policing
I wanted to revisit the topic I and Will Chavez wrote about in our earlier essay, To Secure These Rights, in order to react to recent developments (and nondevelopments) and to share an excellent article out of Vox. That topic, you’ll recall, concerned the set of solutions – remedies was the word we used –…
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The Bug’s Birth, Outside, Jun ’20
I sneezed, and there came to be a honeybee Lying on the turf. Writhing, writhing amid its stalks, His arms catching for some fast, that his wings Might underfoot take air, and him deliver Anon to higher ground. The ejecta previously mine, now his and the earth’s, Strung itself along a glimmer, and waited. I…
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Addendum: The Conclusion of “Death Stranding,” and Playing Games in the Summer
I close up my playthrough of “Death Stranding,” and reflect on the game’s ending, while comparing it to the last time I finished a Hideo Kojima game on a summer night.
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To Secure These Rights: Remedies for Healing the Wound Opened by the Police Murder of George Floyd
Fixing the problems in our country that led to George Floyd’s murder will take more than the conviction of the cops that killed him, or new federal legislation, though that will be needed. We’ll all need to work harder on making our communities more just, generous places to live.
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Acts of Union, Nighttime, Jun ’20
Betty, who with her Scotch tongue New stews could set to boil ladleless, Sat inhomogenously upon the bus seat. Yes, Friend, inhomogeneous – for within her made rent The hoary statistic of gaseous state and without, On her visage, ruled well-traveled liquid, Fit to meet whose nature it and she chanced Upon the highway. Remaining,…
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Selections from Toni Morrison, “Jazz”
Get it here: https://amzn.to/2Yms599 This notion of rest, it’s attractive to her, but I don’t think she would like it. They are all like that, these women. Waiting for the ease, the space that need not be filled with anything other than the drift of their own thoughts. But they wouldn’t like it. They are…
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Concerto for Woodwinds, Home, Jun ’20
Do the rest of them wonder, out there? Glockenspiel. What about? Downbeat, quarter rest, Quarter rest, and: I mean about the Dismemberment of their kith and kin, Do they ponder the sucking dread Of a sibling’s early end? Did space in its Unflappable maw, the totality, having, once there, No recourse but consciousnessless, make them…
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Corner Suite, Pacific Coast Highway, May ’20
The only thing next to you there then is The diving bell, a wigwam of passions, Inscrutable to even our doggedest detectives And theologians, those sobbing – I meant Slobbering packed minds. Finely – Finally – fine, a lee – pick your way Over to the garden. It was made just for you. If it…
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“Death Stranding” and Being Hideo Kojima
As far as I can tell, legendary game designer Hideo Kojima spent all of his childhood, and then most of his following early adulthood, in Japan. He was born in Tokyo, but his father moved the family around for work and so he grew up first in Osaka and then in the smaller city of…
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After Jabberwocky, The Desert, May ’20
Were an errant wind to blow Down a scaping rag and bluffer Your twin ‘ttached poles up kingdom come Thereby to escarp your virgin (undeflowered) Holdfast and profit, – If such a gust should contravene, ‘Gainst all contrariwise indications and plans, Laid best as they may be, And, knowing you, I know how bestly they…
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