Chapters (102)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO GROUPS
- FACTS
- WORK
- A SYLLABUS
- ANOTHER SYLLABUS
- SUBSTITUTIONS
- MORE SUBSTITUTIONS
- TRIANGULATION
- TAXONOMIES
- THE SEASONS CHANGE
- TWO
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- RESEARCH
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- TWO LETTERS
- A DIAGRAM
- A COPIED PARAGRAPH
- THE REARRANGING UNIVERSE
- WHO WE ARE
- THE UNNAMED ELEMENTS
- POSES
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- CASTING
- AN INSTABILITY
- A FANTASY
- PEAK / END
- WOUNDS
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- FLUCTUATIONS
- HEAT
- QUESTIONS FOR A CLERK
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- THE ACTUAL NEWS
- GASLIGHTS
- THREE
- THE NEWS REPORTS (STRANDED PEOPLE SPREADSHEET)
- NAMES
- POSTCARD FROM S #1
- THE NEWS REPORTS (LIVEBLOG)
- POSTCARD FROM S #2
- THE NEWS REPORTS (FEED)
- POSTCARD FROM S #3
- RESPONSE
- WHAT WE WEREN’T DOING
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- THE MIDDLE PERIOD
- FOUR
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- THE NEWS REPORTS
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- A LONG NIGHT
- FIRST FIGURE
- SECOND FIGURE
- THIRD FIGURE
- FOURTH FIGURE
- FIFTH FIGURE
- SIXTH FIGURE
- SEVENTH FIGURE
- EIGHTH FIGURE
- NINTH FIGURE
- TENTH FIGURE
- ELEVENTH, TWELFTH, AND THIRTEENTH FIGURES
- FOURTEENTH FIGURE
- FIFTEENTH FIGURE
- SIXTEENTH FIGURE
- SEVENTEENTH FIGURE
- THE FIELD
- FIVE
- AN ORIENTATION
- ANOTHER ORIENTATION
- A DRIVE
- ASPECTS OF QUESTIONING
- SIGNS
- THE ENTIRE WORLD REVOLVES IN YOUR MIND
- SELF-REPAIR CAGE
- COFFEE
- FIGURE EIGHTEEN
- WAITING
- QUESTIONS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT UNDERLYING ISSUES
- FIGURE NINETEEN
- THE NEIGHBORING TOWN
- TWO GROUPS INTRODUCING THEMSELVES
- E BRIEFLY COMMANDEERS THE NARRATIVE
- THE INTRODUCTIONS CONTINUED
- WHAT IS AND ISN’T PREDICTABLE
- PABLO SENDS A POSTCARD
- MARINA TAKES A BREAK
- THE NEWS REPORTS
- LOSSES
- AUTOECIOUS END-STOPPED TANKA
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- FUNDER ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- THE PUBLISHER’S CIRCLE OF COFFEE HOUSE PRESS
- About the Author
It’s strange to miss people you don’t deserve to miss. My mentor and I weren’t close, though the training provokes a certain kind of intimacy. I have no right to miss S, a stranger.
What I know but can’t see through the blur is that my sense of what I deserve needs undoing. That I have exactly as much a right to be addressed as does anyone, as do you.
TAXONOMIES
It’s zero degrees today. Actually, it’s New Year’s Day.
I don’t have a good track record with holidays: birthdays, anniversaries. You can ask the two philosophers, or any of the rest. I have, you might say, a fucked-up relationship to the expectations of others. The wife and I may share this trait; so may the anarchist, though he would use different words. Maybe you share it too.
It’s zero degrees. A thin layer of ice has made a vignette of the window overlooking the bodega, itself vignetted by a string of holiday lights. A child the size of a fire hydrant stands next to a fire hydrant, bundled ridiculously in fire-hydrant red.
Weeks pass. It’s still cold. No word from my mentor; Love, too, has gone quiet. The wife and the husband have scheduled a “talk,” which is to say that in my mind they are due for a talk. The sun is bright and bears down on the owner of the bodega as he carries out a stepladder, positions it in the center of the broad and dirty window, climbs it, and begins to bring down the string of unlit lights.
I order a manual for growing psilocybin mushrooms. I download two books from one syllabus: A Lover’s Discourse and All About Love.
I check, periodically and futilely, for a message from S.
On the radio, I hear a story about language, or about language games, though not Wittgenstein’s. Instead, the old parlor game Twenty Questions.
According to the show’s guest, in languages in which gender is not represented in the grammar—in which pronouns and nouns and adjectives are uninflected, shared by all—the game of Twenty Questions runs an unfamiliar course. Among speakers of these languages the question “Is it a man or a woman?” which often follows an affirmative reply to “Is it a person?” might not be asked until question nineteen or twenty, if at all.
Who is pictured while the other questions are being asked?