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Comment on Like snowflakes in museums by Andrea

Andrea — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 17:36:05 +0000

Language tends to take on the condition of things in a world, and especially the active view that holds a world together. One’s own language perpetuates one’s world; indeed, this may be a primary function of language, world-preservation. To assess the condition of one’s world, one might examine the state of one’s language, its degree, for instance, of flexibility. It follows that the very possibility for conscious change can be read in the functional range of one’s language. Poetry, then, is an art form of this possibility, registered in the sense of verse as intentional turning, including conscious reversal.

–From George Quasha’s essay “Axial Poetics” (at “Exquisite Corpse”)

http://www.corpse.org/archives/issue_11/manifestos/quasha.html

Comment on sometimes it’s not about the cat by James

James — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 12:45:54 +0000

You know I often feel this way. That I do things that seem to contradict each other, yet they’re what I enjoy. I say things that may or may not be funny or smart or even useful. But I say and do them anyway because that’s just who I am.

Comment on coming to terms with my cat-loving self by Keleigh

Keleigh — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 23:38:56 +0000

“If cats could talk, they wouldn’t.”
–Nan Porter

“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.”
–Leonardo Da Vinci

Comment on coming to terms with my cat-loving self by Debra Kent

Debra Kent — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 22:25:26 +0000

Well, I liked all of the cat vids and I must say I adore the Manx security system. I wonder if Penny could be fitted for such a system. I do think that blue although a lovely color may not be the correct color for the Penster.
Re: Hazel and the Mousie Congress. The mice obviously do not mind snoring. She has quite the sawmill going on! The mice go up, the mice go down. Breath in, breath out.

Comment on sometimes it’s not about the cat by Sabrina

Sabrina — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 19:27:24 +0000

I actually did mean them to go together. I taped those two things to the side of my bookcase together because they felt right. He doesn’t match what I wrote, but he matches the quote, in a different way. I think a sweet old lady brought him inside to drink cream by her fireplace and sit on her lap while she knitted. He deserved that. Smelly old man. I love the way he’s holding himself in that picture, staring straight at you.

Comment on sometimes it’s not about the cat by Annabel

Annabel — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 18:25:50 +0000

this is a great picture of stinky. i like it with the quote, even though i dont think you meant them to go together, but i think stinky was somewhere between courage and absurdity. i would like to be more like stinky. i wonder what happened to him.

Comment on coming to terms with my cat-loving self by Karl

Karl — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 22:13:36 +0000

Just don’t let the “cat-loving” side override your geek self. The web needs more geeks. Wait a minute, scratch that – reverse that.

Comment on coming to terms with my cat-loving self by Sabrina

Sabrina — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 20:30:19 +0000

He IS amazing. He belongs to a friend that we trade cat-sitting services with. His name is Snuffy, which he earned as a naughty little lion kitten. His mom was always telling him “That’s enough–that’s’nuff.” Get it? He excells at opening cupboard doors, keeping his sister Chloe warm, and looking grumpy even when he isn’t. (That’s an image thing, I think.)

Comment on interestingly enough by Sabrina

Sabrina — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 04:50:05 +0000

No you don’t, poopie.

Comment on interestingly enough by Annabel

Annabel — Sun, 15 Mar 2009 17:55:31 +0000

your sister looks like a douche. im just sayin.