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When I Was Your Age (Best of “Hubris”)
Speculative Friction By Claire Bateman “. . . there used to be something between units of information that was not itself information this substance was so exquisite so fine-spun that we were altogether…
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Rising Time (A Prose-Poem from Our Archives)
“So they all went to get their digging spoons, and set to work, the eldest with his sterling silver baby spoon from very long ago; the middle child with her sea-shell-shaped sugar spoon;…
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To Die as a Reader Is to Abandon Many Worlds
“. . . after all, you’ll have three works of fiction going, a collection of essays, a folio of poems, a fat graphic novel, a theological tome . . .”—Claire Bateman Speculative Friction…
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US Air Haiku
“Implied, understood:/‘Articles may have shifted’/means mental matter.”—By Claire Bateman By Claire Bateman GREENVILLE South Carolina—(Weekly Hubris)—9/15/2014— 1. If you intend to waste this entire flight dozing, cede your window seat.…
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The Retract App
“Its arrival, all agree, was way past due/after the myriads of dramas/traumas—/the faux pas amidst the memoranda.”—By Claire Bateman Speculative Friction By Claire Bateman GREENVILLE South Carolina—(Weekly Hubris)—8/11/2014— The Retract App “First thought,…
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Hunger, or How the Fish Got His Gills
“Before you were born./Before your mother was born./Before your uncles were born./When fish could slither on the land./Three young men wanted me for a wife./Three young men, and one old fish, a grouper…
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Epic Float
“Asher Lev, there are two ways of painting the world. In the whole history of art, there are only these two ways. One is the way of Greece and Africa, which sees the…
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When I Was Your Age
Speculative Friction By Claire Bateman “. . . there used to be something between units of information that was not itself information this substance was so exquisite so fine-spun that we were altogether…
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A Few Things to Know about Reading
Speculative Friction “Do not mistake actual life for reading. Inside your brain, there is no homunculus waxing lyric on the events of your day, so you must quit feeding him truffles, and shoo…