Proper volume for Twitter self-promotion?

--Chinle, Arizona, and the sign I put on the fence to stay the deterioration of my vision.

This book first took root in the soil of Białowieża, was enriched by Jenny Croft’s time in LA and Switzerland, and reached its full flowering potential here in Tulsa (The University of Tulsa). Now its cuttings are everywhere! Enjoy and propagate!

Powerful and unexpected and a poem complete.

Stillness is the dearest luxury good.

How transparency in congressional voting hinders democracy: a counter-intuitive take by a dear friend. foreignaffairs.com/united-states/…

From the Kigali Genocide Memorial

A lot of litmags, even fully digital ones, display this box on their websites, which is a default icon for squarespace. You can change it! support.squarespace.com/hc/en-us/artic…

"it must be something you cannot possibly do!" Read Henry Moore's answer to Donald Hall:

Might delayed success keep a writer editing and reediting old concepts/early ideas and hinder the evolution toward mature work/experiment? At what point do you discard a long manuscript, not bc it isn't decent, but because it's hindering the hunt for the new?

Our battle with a waterlogged and leaky washer ended with a discovery deep in the guts of the machine:

In the end, Jimmy did not complete the novel he’d been working on.

Still here, @PaulCrenstorm, though the Twitter of yesteryear has something in common with our hair. Happened on this delightful pic in Glimmer Train 94 the other day.

Hitchens's razor: That which can be asserted without evidence can be dismissed without evidence.

Is the chimney the new land line?Bill McKibben

Perhaps not surprising that Cormac McCarthy's reclusiveness was not all about the virtue and marketing of the enigma but a strategic motivation of the legal.

Western-hero (cliched) domains of excellence: 1. guns, horses, sexuality 2. fighting, tolerance, roping 3. Spanish, engines, fiddle The piece on Cormac & Britt sets her at level one. I'm half-surprised Barney didn't claim she can shoot a smiley face in a tin of Copenhagen.

BORDERline behavior of Vanity Fair writer casting himself into the role of Cormac McCarthy (prose, guns, horses) down to the “thousands of hours” he spent with his “muse” in 9 months, which has only 6,480 hours.

Conspicuous waste of a (crypto) potlatch: consistency, not transformation.

I’m a Luddite at heart, but it is revolutionary to be able to argue with AI in Spanish (to practice Spanish) about whether Fredric Jameson romanticizes the art of the past by denigrating the art of the present as commercial.