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But then, like all villains in scary movies, Steve Spurrier came back for one final scare. Yep, he took over the South Carolina head-coaching job. — Clay Travis, Dixieland Delight Go Heels. Beat the Cocks.

poem: to lou andreas-salome (rainer maria rilke)

The memory of this poem lodged in my mind this morning at work, and I haven’t been able to shake it off. I found it pasted on the front page of my marble composition notebook journal from the spring I lived in London. I still think it’s magic. To Lou Andreas-Salome (Rainer Maria Rilke) I…

please enter through front door

‘Photography can be tricky like that,’ said Yoshi. ‘Just because you took the photo doesn’t mean that you know its secrets.’ — Lili Wilkinson, the Zigzag Effect

poem: baseball (gail mazur)

I haven’t celebrated baseball or National Poetry Month enough. Baseball (Gail Mazur) the question of what makes a man slump when his form, his eye, his power aren’t to blame, this isn’t like the bad luck that hounds us, and his frustration in the games not like our deep rage for disappointing ourselves the ball…

you can’t not be on a boat

ROSENCRANTZ: I’ve frequently not been on boats. GUILDENSTERN: No, what you’ve been is not on boats. — Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead

poem: prayer in my boot

Prayer In My Boot (Naomi Shihab Nye) For the wind no one expected For the boy who does not know the answer For the graceful handle I found in a field attached to nothing pray it is universally applicable For our tracks which disappear the moment we leave them For the face peering through the…

quoth the raven, ‘sack kaepernick’

“Just witnessing a Baltimore ritual. I’ve lived here all my life and never visited Poe’s grave, much less seen the Visitor. That’s akin to never going to Fort McHenry or watching the Orioles play.” “Bunch of bums.” Rainer frowned. “I hate the American League.” “Where did you grow up, Detective?” “Jersey. I’m a Mets fan….

i am not named after her, but sometimes i fib and say i am

“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.” — Agatha Christie Not meant as a jab at the maternal unit for not making Dame Agatha my namesake, just saying I’m Agatha…