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The Poetics of Spaces: Inyo National Forest & Outward
Here is the perspective here: nothing else matters. An encounter at such a high altitude: more than breath, breathing. A different kind of breath. Looser. Tighter. Here to witness the breath-taking...
View ArticleThe Ashbery Home School Questionnaire
After a week spent at the very first session of THE ASHBERY HOME SCHOOL in Hudson, NY, poet-correspondent John Rufo reports on his findings: Do you see John Ashbery as a god and, if he enters a room,...
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Reasons To Keep Moving: A diary of the 2014 Bizarro Across America book tour
Aug 31st, 1:30pm PST: Things Will Probably Be Fine This morning in Portland I said goodbye to my family, my neighbors, my garden and my cat. I packed a suitcase with heavy books and light clothing and...
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The Poetics of Spaces: San Francisco
Sometimes a place is a site of conjuration that sits, welling up, contaminated, voice and remarks reserved for later, and the secret self that is of the place takes on a pretension of nostalgia, of...
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Sunday Entropy List: Best Bookstores
Consider them second homes. Or read this as a transcontinental road map — with destinations that have all been given a hearty thumbs-up by us here at Entropy. Whether you need a novel to read, or a...
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IT’S A BRAND NEW START SO WE THROW THINGS OUT THE WINDOW IN MY FAMILY
It got to feeling like a cult. Then it got to feeling even more like a cult. What i learned in Lot-et-Garonne. About how to operate the machine to vacuum-seal the pouches stuffed with exactly 25.5...
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D&D with Entropy: Lost Mine of Phandelver – Part One
Welcome once more to the land of Dungeons & Dragons! I am, of course, your humble, omniscient, omnipresent Dungeon Master. I’ve introduced you all to the would-be heroes, to these traveling...
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How Quest Scouts Changed My Life (and How I Hope It Changes Yours)
3 Resolutions There are two camps on New Years Day: those who are too cool for resolutions and those who savor the excuse to create change in their lives. Both camps realize that most resolutions are...
View ArticleD&D with Entropy: Lost Mine of Phandelver–Part Two
Welcome back to the Forgotten Realm and our torturous heroes’ quest for fame and riches! If you’ve forgotten where we’ve been, catch yourself up with Part I. For those who just need some brushing up,...
View ArticleD&D with Entropy: The Mines of Phandelver–Part Three
Welcome back to the Forgotten Realm and our torturous heroes’ quest for fame and riches! If you’ve forgotten where we’ve been, catch yourself up with Part I and Part II. For those who just need some...
View ArticleNotes from Malta: Some Windows
For a good while my dentist is saying, “That’s great,” standing just inside the threshold to the room nodding his head as if he’s been rubber cemented there and tasked with telling me how lucky I am,...
View ArticleNotes from Malta: Il lupo che ha ammazzato le pecore
Everyone keeps asking if I’m tired and I should be, definitely, given the one hour flight plus four hour layover plus seven hour flight in the opposite direction of the sun and the morning, then, in...
View ArticleNotes from Malta: NO PARKING HERE
The beginning is a movie: From the Upper Barrakka Gardens in the southern corner of Valletta, I can see not only the Three Cities across the bay fortified with their five-hundred year-old walls, not...
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Notes from Malta: Snails
Stories I’ve heard in Malta: My roommate’s friend works for English company that is technically based in Malta but only for tax reasons. In order for the company to continue to operate as if it’s...
View ArticleNotes from Malta: The Blue Lagoon
I’m tired of making meaning. Every bus sashays by like it wishes it was the one I want, but none of them is. Through the chain link fence behind the bus shelter, in a brief gap between sheaves of green...
View ArticleNotes from Malta: Paris, The Wall
We learn about Paris on the bus north from Valletta. A speaker crackles apocalyptically from the plastic trimming overhead, trying desperately to announce the stops but sounding instead like a badly...
View ArticleNotes from Malta: The Catfish and the Whale
During a wakeful moment in the middle of the night, I hear the sound of fabric tearing. In the morning I see that my blue and white striped bedsheet has a half-foot rip clear through its middle. I...
View ArticleNotes from Malta: Seeing Jesus
The deck of the ferry is a fluorescent white whale in a black night that doesn’t end. Below us the engine hums, the bridge hovers above us, benches that were full on the way to Gozo are empty on the...
View ArticleNotes from Malta: The Fireworks Are Low Over a Weird Part of the City
The Multipurpose Room stutters with strobe lights and small bodies jumping and dark music from the underworld of American pop. Immediately I’m back in high school: my first mixer, the infinite...
View ArticleNotes from Malta: The Premonitions
The guppies flap in the yellow water. Their mouths suck at the surface. They suffocate. Too many fish, too small of a bowl, even though it was beautiful at first like the Platonic ideal of a fish bowl....
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