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Animals knew things, possessed their forms of wisdom. They were beings in a world of countless beings. Taking their lives was a meaningful act, to be prayed for beforehand and atoned for afterward, suggesting that beasts were allowed some kind of right. We used our power over them constantly and violently, but stopped short of telling ourselves that creatures of alien biology could not be sentient or that they were incapable of true suffering and pleasure. Needing their bodies, we killed them in spite of those things.
—John Jeremiah Sullivan, “One of Us.” From our Spring 2013 issue, ANIMALS.
Lorenzo Quinn, Esto no es un juego (2011).
I shouldn’t say bad things about the illiterate, though..I should write it. That way they won’t find out.
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Best of Mike Birbiglia
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Which is silly. My life is my life. Those are his hills, his typewriter, and that’s his table. I have my own. I have my own clouds and my own drink and I have my own shooting vest (no mustache). But still, I think a lot about letting him down—like he’s a parent I have to impress, or even a friend. I know how dumb that sounds but sometimes we’re dumb.
Fuck it.
Why do this to the brain?!?
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I was a visiting professor at the University of Alabama last week, teaching a group of students about how to write difference into our fiction. I thought about how we teach many things in the creative writing workshop—how to read and think like a writer, how to bring discipline to the wilder of…
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Hey remember when #Occupy was a thing? No? Oh, well happy Pi Day.