Allan Bloom is a hysterical, raving, reactionary lunatic. He and his academia ilk are exactly the reason why education teaches kids nothing, because they know absolutely zero about the children they’re supposed to teach. mostly, this book is little more than a “get off my lawn” diatribe against any and all (race, sex, drugs, rock [...]
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By joshuacitrak, on November 15th, 2012 |
 November 15th, 2012 | reply to: @joshuacitrak | Tags: language, lost at sea, old masters, reviews, slack, small mind - big mouth, women | Category: read and reviewed |
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By joshuacitrak, on July 7th, 2011 |
a woman, lying in the park with her knees and tits and face pointing at the sun. July 7th, 2011 | reply to: @joshuacitrak | Tags: big city, panties, san francisco, women | Category: uncategorized |
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By Teresa K. Miller, on May 29th, 2010 |
Where is their hive and why did you settle for mechanized translation back and forth as intentional language. There is something to two bodies in a room, working in parallel. We were no less careful than I have been with anyone else (and I have been with…) The desire to be born works its way back and spills over the rim of the condom. If through carelessness I could remake [...] May 29th, 2010 | reply to: @joshuacitrak | Tags: infidelity, poetry, Teresa K. Miller, women | Category: writing |
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By joshuacitrak, on February 23rd, 2010 |
i love frequent Atlantic contributor Sandra Tsing Loh. She has the uncanny ability to nail, succinctly, the slices of the pie that make up our culture. This is from her “Classed Dismissed” [...] February 23rd, 2010 | reply to: @joshuacitrak | Tags: ain't afraid to hustle, C.R.E.A.M., coorporate sheenanigans, illegals, illicit sex, imperialism, slack, the uncanny, women, work | Category: uncategorized |
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By joshuacitrak, on November 7th, 2009 |
The girl on the bike in front of me keeps showing me her panties. Well, only the band of them as she’s hunched over pedaling. But I can see their outline good enough through her shorts. “Sugoi,” it says across the band — I bet it means something in another language. We’ve been leap frogging each other since Fulton and Divisadero, even though I’ve been more than willing to lag behind and watch her calves flex under her olive skin. [...] November 7th, 2009 | reply to: @joshuacitrak | Tags: panties, rollin, women | Category: uncategorized |
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By joshuacitrak, on October 16th, 2009 |
The pool was in the center of Redwood Way Apartments. A palm tree planted by the hump of the kidney leaned out over it. She and I were diving under, grabbing at ankles trying to pull one another [...] October 16th, 2009 | reply to: @joshuacitrak | Tags: california, drinking, infidelity, women | Category: uncategorized |
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By joshuacitrak, on March 14th, 2009 |
“Four days before dontcha know she’d cut herself,” my cousin paused through the phone. I could hear the phone scratching on something, his face, shoulder, while he was knocking at something with his free hands. “You know. Slashed her wrist.” March 14th, 2009 | reply to: @joshuacitrak | Tags: absurdist, family, fuck ups, women | Category: stories |
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